Is it meant for me to live again

or must I always love and lose?

My heart’s so full of the promise of true love

and I want to believe in forever.

As soon as I open up, let love inside—

as soon as my faith is revived,

adversity strikes, I am challenged, I plunge

from Paradise Found to Paradise Lost.

So now I wonder—is it worth it

to maintain this hopeful heart?

Is he the one to cherish it,

to keep it continuously beating;

mending it, zealously guarding it;

protecting it from almost certain death?

In his eyes I see the eternal flame;

In his smile,  I see perpetual hope.

In his heart there’s a corresponding place

wherein lies an enduring promise.

In his soul, lies my Salvation.

And in his hands, he holds

my hopeful heart.