I used to believe
I used to try
I used to believe I could fly
I never thought he would leave

Now I spin a web of the past
A web of what shall last
The emotion that comes every dawn
The heartbreak that he's gone

Now I believe the untold
The things you cannot hold
Now as the tides ebb
It seems I'm caught in my own web

by Matthew Hyatt

Comments (1)

Simple, but speaks volumes. Your opening is a little weak, but the power at the end brings it all together. (Psst - hey!)