Once

Once you touch the beauty of loving
Once you see a light on your way
Once you find that you’re not alone
then you start to take care

But once you break the vase
But once you burn the bloom
You gotta mind the broken glass
You gotta mind the glowing ash
With your feet so bare
Asking “Why to stay?”

Once you taste the passion of touching
Once you find a blossom in the ice
Once you climb to the peak of a mountain
then you learn to fly

Chorus

Once you drop a tear to a river
for a dying petal of your bloom
Once your wings get weakened with pain
then your Sun becomes the Moon

So, once you break the vase
So, once you burn the bloom
You gotta mind the broken glass
You gotta mind the glowing ash
With your feet so bare
Asking “Why to stay?”

... you gotta mind the broken glass