The night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one, Yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done
He who cries the loudest shows the most pain. He who keeps it all inside dies in vain
A song isn't a song until you sing it. a bell isn't a bell until you ring it. Love in your heart isn't put there to stay. Love isn't love until you give it away.