What's Gone, Is Gone

Something starts as a happy spark You never know what to call it: Oh, you go on to nurture it, You embrace it, feed it-- While also nursing a pleasant feeling-- You see it bloom, You see it growing And then before you know, Ashes just remain... You touch it, Cry over it, But what's gone is now gone Never to come back; What good can the dead past bring When it's gone, never to come back? So brace yourself up dear soul And carry on the song you sing; Smile and become whole again, For that's a certain thing: Pain is but a state of the mind Sadness only a myth Why grieve over the unsure, Why grieve over a myth? A state of mind can be changed Sadness you cannot forever fawn Thus, face yourself now dear soul Because what's gone is gone.....