• Our lives are short lived
    Our steps taken small
    Our souls permanent in the ones we love

    We leave behind the past and present
    But there is no cover
    for what comes in the future.

    When we die it will begin this never ending cycle again and we will be born again the same and different. We forget those who harmed us, but

    we go to those who loved us tucking them under our wings to freeze them in time, to rescue them from the same fate.

    But sadly, it's far to late.