When birds just never fly again
When angels never sing
When colour doesn’t show anymore
When the year just doesn’t begin
When “I love you†becomes just words
When friendship is nothing at all
When families only drift apart
When life is only a brawl
There I’ll be just standing there quietly
Watching as the world turns to stone
Because all these things are beautiful
And cannot be cherished on their own
The beauty of a new born
The smell of a new bloomed rose
The touch of a tiny bird
The rush of doors that suddenly close
The world is so UNBELIEVABLY unique
And there can’t ever be another
So why not just look after it
And look out for one-another
