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