I stood against the tide And set my sights on the end, I saw a future bride And all the broken things to mend, I pushed away any help And if it never would return, I had to be myself And learn to push on through the burn. Would I show my face, Show my work, Show my treasures? At least I would embrace the hurt and glorify the pleasures. How is it with such ideals, I've lost what I hold dear? Because I've never known my heart The way I know my fear...