We build wishes and dreams,just like castles on a ocean shore
With its many rooms and towers, like one's heart with its million hopes
In our haste and pride we forget, its all too close to the waves
And it all comes tumbling down, like the castle in the tide's wake
All we are left with are pieces,like millions of tiny pebbles

How does one go on, how does one still believe
The castle may be gone, but the builder still breathes
And while he was hasty and suffered, his heart truly repents
He rebuilds his castle, and waits and hopes and prays
That someone up there will smile, and his dreams like the castle shall rise again..

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Charlotte Bronte, Parting
There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping,
A remembrance in one's heart...

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So how do you deal with it,
This pain in your heart,
Its not a physical wound,
But it sure does leave its scar,

Kind of makes you wonder,
Why do we pursue this,
With its complications and Pain,
Is it worth it,

Is it because every one of us is incomplete,
Missing a piece of life,and never knowing what it is,
Until you meet somebody and then you know,

You understand the reasons, and you know why
But it doesn't always fit together,
Lke the pieces of a puzzle might

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It wasn't supposed to feel this way,
The pining of the heart to be gone,
The restlessness meant to go away,
How many masks do I show to the world,
I was not supposed to need them here,
Yet I find it all the same,
One more face added to the collection,
Don't recognize the true one anymore

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