Harvesting the sorrow of a thousand broken dreams
Will never drown the sorrow of but one tear shed in loss
Fearing moments passed as if they’re moments yet to come
Will only still the moments when we gain from what we’ve lost
Reliving the nightmares of the things that could have been
Only blinds us to the beauty of the dream that’s yet to come
Believing you’re not beautiful by words from blinded eyes
Only steals away the beauty of the one you have become