All things come to end, this I know,
They break and brittle, after they grow,
Past is gone, but never forgotten,
Of things learned, of the love now broken
All things come to end, this I know,
They break and brittle, after they grow,
Past is gone, but never forgotten,
Of things learned, of the love now broken
Confused to know where I stand,
To have a chance and hold you hand,
In this quiet corner I crouch, I stay,
Then closed my eyes to wish and pray