When a door closes, who's to say
That whence it opens you shall see the same?
If the star you wish upon flickers out
Will your dreams die as well?
If the sun set yet did not rise,
Would there ever be a tomorrow?
And if you say you love me, yet hurt me still,
Am I to believe words or actions?
See, riddles of the mind can never quite be solved -
For who is to say what is on the outside of each door,
That each day brings a dawn,
Or that dreams will never die?
But ah, riddles of the heart, those are not to baffle
Only to let the weak be strong
And the lonely be loved.