I thought this time
That
the love was strong
Founded
on solid rock
And
standing on granite piles
That
would weather the ages
Like
a great monument
But
at the first hint of storm
The
granite crumbled away
And
the love fell with them
I
curse my poor judgment
And
my lack of prudence
As
once again I am alone
And
my heart is broken once more
The
old adage echoes in my head
“What
doesn’t kill you
Makes
you stronger”
But
the words are as empty as my life
But
I will make myself stronger
I
will make myself an island
My
heart will be as stone
And
my resolve will be as granite
Then
my heart will never break again
