The Beginning

When i was younger I saw my daddy cry and cursed at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it. And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget. And that was the day I promise: Id never sing of love if it does not exist. Maybe i know, somewhere, deep in my soul, that love never last and we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face. And i've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I had sworn to myself that i was content with loneliness-
Cos none of it was ever worth the risk, but...