We all begin with good intent

Love was raw and young

We believed that we could change ourselves

The past could be undone

But we carry on our backs the burden

Time always reveals

The lonely light of morning

The wound that would not heal

It's the bitter taste of losing everything

That I have held so dear.

It was just a paragraph. Like the dozen others he had written down. All in the same little book, hidden under his pillow at night, carried on him by day.

The book contained lines, paragraphs or entire pages full of text. The book was slowly filling with emotions, feelings, all the things he didn't want in his head. All the things he couldn't have there, in fear that they might betray him.

His feelings were something he couldn't acknowledge, something he had to hide. While everyone else around him held their hearts out so everyone could see, he hid his in a book, leaving nothing but a shell behind inside him. All his friends loved openly, as teenagers always do. He was different, for he didn't love at all.

Heaven bent to take my hand

Nowhere left to turn

I'm lost to those I thought were friends

To everyone I know

Oh they turned their heads embarrassed

Pretend that they don't see

But it's one missed step

You'll slip before you know it

And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed

Lyrics: Fallen by Sarah McLachlan