Moving On

It's how I feel about hurt and getting over it.

Moving On
What a battlefield of broken hearts
the land of love surpass.
With silent griefs and
violent cries,
With widows made of glass.

What a battlefield of broken hearts
A story all well known.
With day time fights and
candlelit nights
With hands made out of stone.

What a battlefield of broken hearts
You think there's nowhere left to turn.
But will brilliant lights and
a newfound sight
With passion, your heart can only burn.