The night is young and blue
And I'm counting all the stars in heaven
But it took me endless nights...
And yes, I'm still counting.
And in my lone space
Dark and endless gray
Wishing you could sit beside me
Here in the dark till I find the bright side.
For in the innocence of trusting,
I've trusted enough to bleed.
For love is only for the strong.
Love is only for the brave.
Mixed with luck.
The lucky ones who were never really strong nor brave.
Like that Knight in shining armour
Who never had his metal tested...
The lucky ones... yes, the lucky ones.
And there are those who - for all the right things that they have done in their lives... never had that luck.
Those who dared to save souls even if it cost them their own souls.
Those who sacrificed for love
Just to be forgotten by that love.
That love that they had given their all is the same love that cannot remember their name.
Stolen... forgotten memory of great love.
Turned to ashes... to dusts.
No one remembers... not even love.
And tell me when it is right to hold on?
When it is right to let go?
For when I think of how to do it
I try to determine the situation...
If it's a rocky road I'm trudging or if it's a roller coaster I'm riding.
I mean, I guess, if love is trudging a rocky road, then I must hold on, for this journey might find a way to paradise... it is just for a while... so I'll keep on walking on that rocky road till I find my destination beyond that bend.
But if it's a roller coaster...
Would you rather end it?
If it will take you nowhere...
If it is just an endless circles of ups and downs and it will always end to where you have started.
But then again... sometimes, even if it's a roller coaster, we tend to hold on.
Even if it just goes back from where it all started...
Because once in a million of whiles... there is that someone who will give you that kind of ride and your world will just start and end and start again with that same person... but it always worth the ride...
Oh! Well, it's love after all.
When to hold on?
When to let go?
Like if it's a broken crayon, you could hold on to it for it still colour the same.
But if it's a broken mirror, sure it could still reflect your face but if you hold it, it will just cut you... wound you... BLEED!
But for all the reasons in the world, some still hold on to it with bleeding hands for who knows, that piece of broken mirror that hurts you would still be the same piece of broken mirror that is your only possession... the only thing to hold on to.
Your only treasure...
Tell me, how can you let it go?
For what is good for the shepherd might not be good for the flock.
And I'm still trudging this lone sad road.
Still don't have a clue if it's just a rocky road I'm passing by or is it a roller coaster ride that will end in the beginning?
And all I have is this small backpack where I carry almost... or maybe all of my life in it.
It's so small... it's priceless - cause it don't cost a thing.
So costless I could just leave it here.
But I can't.
Because it is all that I have.
Not much of a treasure but it's all I've got to offer...
To give... to YOU.
To sacrifice... for YOU.
AND IT'S CALLED LOVE.
