To all in life we waste
So much exsistance left to taste
We live a day by day routine
Looking to what true love may mean
A understanding of the heart
One whole made of two separate parts
I have lived and died to love
But never felt I had died enough
Nor did love show its greatest
Making me feel I would never make it
So few is every true experience
Afraid of getting a second chance
For I have built a prison of tears
A heart thats lived past its years
More pain yet to blossom
In this garden of depression
I have yet to live strong
To feel love that belongs
Look into my moist eyes
No life on the horizon of these cloudy skies
I shall say I have lived and love tried
But in the end a true love never died.