In Love with a Tortured Soul...

It is so hard to believe that someone would give him up.
They used him in so many ways and broke him with two words.

"It's dead." She said...
with tears in her eyes, as she left him falling apart.
"The love we had can't withstand all the problems of my childish heart."

"It's dead." She said...
"Romance is killed by all the stupid arguments...
And somehow I just can't explain how sick I am of this."

"It's dead." She said...
"Our child is gone...because of all the fights we've had...
It wasn't an accident...It was me...because you'd make a horrible dad."

All this pain...and all the blame was focused right on him.
My miracle, my heart, my shining star...was broken by a whim.

It is so hard for someone like me, who loves everything he is...
To be able to believe that one of my own could accomplish this.

A girl like that makes me ashamed to call myself a woman.
When I meet her, and I will...I'll keep my promise, IF I can.
I promised to not go crazy...and let God decide her fate.
I promised so many that I'd stop before it was too late.

All I can do is try to break my love out of his shell...
When he lays on his balcony floor in his own silent hell
I'll always be beside him, singing my promise in his ear...
"I'm never going to let you be alone again, my dear."