What About Now

I guess the tears will eventually dry
though they seem in endless supply.
Misty mornings and red-eyed nights,
make me wonder at my future.
I beg for a broken heart's cure,
and a rediscovery of life's delights.

Sadness clouds everything now,
skews my former rosy brow.
I would give all for a smiling mirror,
but the reflection moans in hurt,
my soul feels drug through dirt,
and love's healing is no nearer.

I admit I do tend to dramatize
when life brings tears to my eyes.
Though damaged, my body is alive.
I will throw my hat back into the ring,
and find another new ballad to sing.
This broken heart will still survive.


Love will find you
This broken heart will still survive
Baby, before it's too late
There is nothing to fear
-What About Now-Daughtry