Who were you?

And if the night should ask your name Tell it that I was not made to remain unchanged I was a river born to give To carve through stone, ache and to live No.. Your softness was not wrong The world is simply rough on songs Too honest for its guarded ears Too bright to hide.. Too real for fear You were not broken by your grace You only loved beyond one place Where lesser hearts could comprehend The sacred weight your hands extend The moon does not apologize For pulling tides or flooding skies The rose does not regret its bloom Because it withers all too soon What shattered was not who you are But who they were beneath your stars They touched a soul they could not hold And left your summer in the cold Yet even winter, stern and deep Protects the roots it seems to keep And every tear the faithful know Returns one day as something grown So grieve... But never call it loss To bear a heart without a cost For souls that love with all they own May walk through pain but not alone One day, another heart will see The quiet truth inside your sea And where others feared your endless tide They will step in and choose to stay inside Until that dawn you wear every scar As proof of how sincere you are For in a world of borrowed light Your soul still burns through every night And if you must break, break like the sky When dawn arrives and darkness dies For the most beautiful hearts are those That keep on loving after they have known How much it hurts to open wide And still refuse to live disguised Because the deepest truth a heart can prove Is this....To suffer and still believe in love.