The Mind's BaneIf the star-crossed lovers had not died,
Would they still have loved forever?
If Titanic hadn't found the tide,
Would the two have stayed together?
Love isn't what we see it as,
The blessing we assume;
The stories aren't so beautiful,
Just like the rose in bloom.
Love can crush our hearts and build our walls,
And close us off to others;
It hurts like hell, and wounds like knives,
And takes a lifetime to recover.
We'd be happier without that pain,
And our spirits so much lighter;
But everybody looks in vain,
In hopes life will get brighter.
Yet I'd be lying if I said I wasn't guilty too,
And my heart were not as chained;
As surely as I yearn for you,
The heart is the mind's bane.
Battle ScarsInstinct says to hide my scars,
That weakness musn't be shown;
Instinct says "Hide what you are,
"Because if they knew you'd be alone."
My heart argues that I'm not weak,
And those scars were each a battle fought;
That they are scars that I must keep,
As proof of triumph bought in blood.
Instinct says that pride is wrong,
And I must hide my shame;
My heart argues that I am strong,
And I'll hide them no more than my own name.