I'm hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.
I was looking for a breath of life.A little touch of heavenly light.To get a dream of life again.A little vision of the start of the end.But all the choirs in my head say no...
Some are like water, some are like the heat.Some are a melody and some are the beat.
Sooner or later they all will be gone.Why don't they stay young...