In truth, there’ll always be

Another ‘everything’ to lose,

It is a lie that an eye that sees

Can run out of tears;

/

And a heart that beats

Is a heart that hurts;

The same mind that knows

Is the mind that errs;

And the warmest voice

Sometimes surely whispers

The coldest words;

/

In truth, there’ll always be

Another ‘everything’ to lose;

And it is a lie that the pain decreases

Or that one gets used to it;

/

Still, a heart that beats

Is a heart that hopes;

And a mind that errs

Is a mind that learns;

And the coldest voice

Sometimes surely whispers

The kindest words;

/

In truth, there’ll always be

Another ‘everything’ to lose,

Till you’re naught but breath and a pair of wings,

Made of what was once

Your everything