If you want the sunshine,
then you must have the storm.
If you want to be mine,
then you must be the warm,
loving, laughing, hugging
one.

If you want a clear sky,
then you must have the haze.
If you want to know why,
then you must have that gaze,
the unending, always adoring
look.

If you want the rainbow,
then you must have the rain.
If you want to have that glow
then you must know the pain,
the tears, the sadness.
Then you will know the joy.
Then you will know the joy.

No great stories will be written about us
for we are nought but the **** of the earth.

Don't you think it absurd?

Know that we will not be remembered,
Remember that we will not be heard.

This lack of history will destroy our world.

Have you ever wanted to preserve
something so beautiful before?