Life is a funny thing, never knowing what tomorrow brings
How could we possibly say we are bored?
The people that come…and go, the dreams of the past glow
How can we possibly say we are alone?
The music that stabs, lifts, and reminds…of another time
How can we possibly say we have not lived?
The failures, wrong choices, misunderstandings and lies
How can we possibly say we are not strong?
The beauty of a raindrop on a deep red petal
How can we possibly say there is no God?
There is love.