All the futures finished
They've lost those who once to them did belong Broken hearts and broken dreams Create heartache and great songs. And as the music dies away
A broken heart slowly heals,
One wonders if ever the same A broken heart ever feels?
Look into each others eyes, We think not of the future, For we may end up as the song too... The happiness before the heartache, The smiles before the tears The kisses before the hatred The youth before aged years... Wisdom its said, comes with age, Though that you'd never know, For mankind is but fools, This to you I'll show:
For to spite all the wars we've had, Caused by senseless hate, We still despise each other, And fight until stalemate...
Wisdom its said comes with age... It appears this times old rule
Is true in all times bar its exception: Wisdom never comes to a fool!
Hope and love it seems... Among fantasy belongs... For broken hearts and broken dreams Inspire heartache and great songs...