What do you do when it's just barely there?
When seizing that moment is like clutching at air?
Like drips of frost, beautiful but melting all the while
Glorious and fleeting, quick as a smile
How can you feel something you can't even touch?
Who can you keep without sacrificing too much?
Like stars outshined by the gleam of the sun
Millions are there, but you only see one
Where can you go when your home lies in ashes?
Why is it lovely to see tears clinging to lashes?
In a lifetime, the only thing we can gain
Is the splendor of knowing the meaning of pain
