I wonder what happens to love

I wonder what happens to love
that's been smashed and tainted and crushed.
Is it still passionate and full of hope?
Or silent…finally hushed?

I wonder what happens to love
after it's been pushed and broken and shoved.
Does it pull itself back together?
Or does it fade away into the dust?

I wonder what happens to love
when it becomes nothing but dirt.
Does it grow from the soil again?
Or does it dissolve into the earth?

I wonder what happens to love
which is all that a soul has to give.
Is it wasted and disposed?
Or is it given a chance to live?

I wonder what happens to love
when it's poor to the rich man's eye.
But even he can't afford
such a big and beautiful lie.

I wonder what happens to love
after its left us to the cold hands of fate.
Does it return once again
in the form of bitter self-hate?