• Your smile use to be my shelter.
    The flowers, songs,
    our rights and our wrongs,
    are now all gone.
    How could something so beautiful,
    wither and die,
    like a rose in the middle of winter?
    I use to fight for our love,
    now I fight for peace.
    I still dream of your love
    and warmth.
    Memories still linger in my heart.
    Why only remember the good,
    when there was so much bad?
    Accepting the truth,
    brings tears to my eyes,
    but we are broken,
    and that's where our love lays.