The lake, i will not forget that lake. How i would stand in front of it, waiting for an answer, waiting for the universe to take me into its arms and whisper in my ear that my broken heart was only a state of mind. And i would wait for your call, for a reason of why you had left me so alone. The lake knows the sound of my tears, the lake remembers my lamentations. The lake knows my weakness, the way no one will ever know. Eventually i stopped going, i grew distant from the lake as i grew strong inside my heart. I was restored and did not live in that state of mind anymore. And i grew some wings and learned to fly; the sky took me in and welcomed me as i said goodbye to that lovely and lonely lake of mine.