When the change is complete, what is left is just a shell.When the conviction is gone, what remains is an emptiness.
What was lost before, would once again be lost.
What was then a haven, would just be a thing of the past.
When the heart is gone, only a cold occupies its place.
What was once a beautiful dream, would just be a burst bubble in the air.
And when the dust settles, where would I be?
