On a day we are born
The sky will storm
When the clouds open up
The mist of the night
Will reflect the sight
Of the moon that shines Through
In the days ahead
we will not feel instead
The glory of our soul
As time goes by each day
We wonder if we want to stay
To listen to our heart to believe
The essence of our dream
Will flow thru the stream
To remember the time we were born
We live to be old
To never be told
Our age at the end of the day
Remember what we will feel
To listen to what is real
To never forget the truth
As time goes by in our mind
We will always think we will find
The World essence of time
Mollie Strongbloom 