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