Often before writing songs of victory, we must write songs of loss and defeat. It's in these valleys and times of introspection that we often discern our hearts' deepest yearnings.
I thought you were the one who would
Dry the tears from my eyes
But then you left that autumn day
And didn't even try
I thought you were the one I would
Build my life around
But as the leaves fell from the trees
I couldn't make a sound
I thought you were the one that I
Would follow to the end
O'er mountains high, through valleys low
But we're no longer friends.