So go on, til it's broken.
And stolen from the sweetness, 
Of your eyes. 
Before the morning, our dreams 
will teach us a soothing lullaby. 
Not a tear, not a smile, can change 
when the fire is set to die. 

Hold close, before close 
becomes a time. 
Too warm, was too cold
& raised in a lie. 

So go on, til it's broken. 
And questions become 
a guide. For the wrong? 
Well the lost are best disguised. 
Not by the dark, 
by a wrinkle in their smile. 

So go on, til it's broken. 
And love while alive.


- Bare