Each attempt failed, every dream taken, br Each hope dies, every love broken, br For every step taken, there are two that go back br For every esteem gained, there is always one more I lack, br My hopes like trees; they seek and grow so tall, br It only seems fair; they end with the same dramatic fall, br What use is a bout, if it's never set sail? br Simply wondering the shipyard, knowing how miserably it failed, br What hope is left for a heart with no residing place? br No self-compiled closure, no means to fill an empty space, br All this love floating around, still I've come up with none br A reminder of the undeniable fact…….