There's a difference between
Giving up and giving in,
But I refuse that siren's call:
They don't deserve me (yet).
For I'm in love with loving
There's no point in crying doves.
So I climb upstairs one step every day,
Chain myself to a dream
and throw all knives away,
Put hope on a pedestal with
A victor's wreath to hold my wrath,
To keep my world from falling apart –
And lay my head beside a golden path.
