What I have given was not just a part
It\'s pure in its being, silent & true
What I have given some may call Heart
But... Everything was my gift to you
When shadows no longer danced in the room
When dawn broke through walls of painful design
When our worlds were still broken, but together, in bloom
In that single moment as we crossed the line
It all looked so simple, back then...
With the shape of a heart, this small piece of glass
I gave to you, not afraid it\'ll fall
I only feared that when the springs pass
I\'ll know you never held it at all
When storms come, disguised as seconds of rain
When feelings & moments we start to define
When songs echo only to entertain
Without a name that\'s still carved on my shrine
It sounded so mystical, back then...
& I still hear the stones raining down the streets
& the stars, obscured, run back into space
I send whispers away through the thin morning sheets
But they\'re too loud
& they die in your soft embrace
They seemed much more quiet, back then...
& when I know that I have played my role
When I know I could give more than I\'ve taken
I\'ll go back to find the child that they stole
Or was it us that made him so lost & forsaken?
We were so much more, back then...
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