If I hadn't known

I wouldn't know pain
but my life would be tortuous.
The blood that runs through my veins
wouldn't have any purpose.

I'd never wish under a moonbeam
but I'd still believe angels were fake.
I wouldn't know how to dream
even when I'm wide awake.

It wouldn't feel like swords
were trespassing my bleeding heart.
But I'd be ruled by broken chords,
no melody in a soundless dark.

I would be ignorant in my lonely pathway
where I couldn't sigh for what I'd never known.
But that overwhelming smile to make my day
would never sing along with those eyes of your own.

And so I thank you for being around,
though these depressing feelings still persist.
'Cause I'd still be empty and my soul uncrowned
if I hadn't known that you exist.