Sunday, February 11

For all the tears I've cried.
For all the nights I've spent alone.
For all the words I've said.
For all the times my heart has bled.

These are times,
That just go by.
So many of them.
I'm not sure why.

I probably wont remember,
All the nights gone by.
I probably wont remember.
All the reasons I've cried.

But I tell you this.
True as gold.
The pain I've been through,
My heart will hold.