Sometimes you fall,
Just to build back up,
Sometimes you heal,
Just to be crushed.
Sometimes you stand,
To sit back down.
Sometimes you lose faith,
Because she's not around.
Your heart-She dreams,
That one day you'll find,
That all along,
Your love was fine.
A hand to hold,
A crystal melts,
A private wonderland,
Just to yourself.
You hope and wish,
But destiny's not kind.
And still you cry,
Inside your mind.
You're holding on,
To what's disappeared,
And on your face,
A lonely tear.
But as you are here,
And I am told,
Your heavy heart,
Is mine to hold.