Blessed to Be a Witness

It was beautiful and magical,
Right out of some fairytale book.
It was you and me on the pages,
But now I just open and look.

My heart still races when I read it,
Knowing that I felt those things.
And even when I want to cry,
Only a smile can the pain bring.

'Cause at that point in my life,
Nothing mattered but me and you.
And though I'm here alone now,
This book paints a picture of two.

It takes me back to a happier place,
Where everything seemed so right.
And I can still feel it's power,
Consuming me through words tonight.

I've learned to fall and get back up.
I am a ways past moving on.
You were my lesson in heartbreak,
That broken hearts make you strong.

No hatred does my heart harbor.
In fact, I'm really doing fine.
As I am blessed to be a witness
For a love that once was mine.