Still thine beating heart.
Why dost thou tremble so?
Hast thou not the past left behind thyself?

The wind beneath my wings
The fire in my heart
The ending of my love
The exhilaration at the start
He was my everything
He was all I need
And it's because of him I cry
Because of him I bleed

*Every rose has its thorns.
And every heart has been broken.
But every rose is also beautiful.
And every heart is loving and open.*

"The world is spinning, reality is thinning, but life goes on."