Time isn't a real thing, but in the echoes we linger
And without love, we might simply pass from view
Alone, never considered or seen as more than we are
Babies becomes aware, new agency found in fingers
But as adults we are aware, and choose things untrue
Leaving us wounded, leaving us with hearts scarred
But Love alone heals us, Love is all we need
Love is perfection, Love allows us to believe
