I bet she wished she listened to Christina.
I bet she wishes she didn't listen to her heart.
Every time that they draw near,
I cannot help but simply fall apart.

The words that I was given were never truly real,
Imagination's slight of hand: an easy magic trick.
Foolish eyes that blind the heart,
show just how we feel.

But inner sanctums show us now, how true the truth can be.
A hollow heart on hallowed ground:
waiting to beat free.

When the blossom flowers in each our hearts.
Shall beat that new felt flame.