people come and go,
and save your soul,
for things that are worth your breath that you breathe,

and as every good thing comes to an end,
you hope to god for it to stay forever,
hopping for it to last forever as if wishing the sun to not set every night.

but as time passes you must realize,
like the wind blow away and is gone,
as will you be one day,

so make most of each moment,
as if it is the very last day,
with things that feel like love,

because like the things that save you now,
cannot be able to save you later as they do now,
as you see your only safe for the moment.