When I’m alone the world is such a different place
I’m usually the one who writes the words
The one who says “life is now”
But when the ink fades and the pages turn
I’m the one to hide and cry
To curl up in the corner of my own story
To play my life’s ballad as I dance to the tune.
Sometimes life gets too hard and we just want to run away
Other times we feel the love so strong and our joy bursts forth with no bounds
When the hard times come, remember the good times, she will come again.