In our time we have some sads,
Which are caused by the bads.
But we also have some love.
Or some from above.
With each wound we feel,
The pain that is quite real.
Our scars hold us back.
When its happiness we truly lack.
Once more our dark times are what we see.
When it should be our wings we set free.
Going back is not the way.
If it was, there would be time travel in today.
Stay to the present and look for the new.
The future can hold what it is true.
Cause when the past hold hands with the future, there nothing more you can do but pry them apart.
