The Art Of Loss

Shaken
Blind to your deceit
But I finally learned
That there won’t be a happy ending
Meeting your stare
There’s no answer there
Yet it’s clear on your face
That there isn’t a happy ending

Sometimes it pays
Not to give up
But it heightens the pain
When all is lost

Falling
Totally out of reach
And I can’t return
So there won’t be a happy ending
Is it my destiny?
A fate that’s designed for me?
Must I accept
That there isn’t a happy ending?

Sometimes it pays
Not to give up
But it heightens the pain
When all is lost

We can try to insulate ourselves
But there’s a truth that we can’t hide
Unless we open up ourselves to pain
We never truly are alive

Choices
All along the way
Shape what will come
So there might be a happy ending
I have my will
And sometimes my way
In control of my view
I will make my own happy ending

We can try to insulate ourselves
But there’s a truth that we can’t hide
Unless we open up ourselves to pain
We never truly are alive
With realization comes empowerment
And the truth will set me free
I’m an author in my story
And its end depends on me