if my heart could
If a broken heart could cry a river
To float my boat upon
I would cry all night my love
and in the morning be gone
to travel far away from here
where no one knows I cried
because you told me you don't love me
and a part of me has died
If I could sail my boat upon that salty sea
and leave behind this hurt I feel
I'd take the chance and flee
but no...I'd love you still
If a broken heart could cry a river
to float my boat upon
I would cry all night my love
and in the morning be gone
If I could sail my boat upon that salty sea
would you change your mind and go with me
come sail on my salty sea...
come sail away with me...
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
We enjoy warmth because we have been cold.
We appreciate light because we have been in darkness.
By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness.
Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things.
The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.
Love can sometimes be magic.
But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, "It might have been"
