In the cycle of life a new born will breath
And depend on it's parents for all it's needs
A precious child will learn to speak and spell
And build friendships at school that eventually gel
One day they will grow into a young man or girl
Learn to live independently free in this world
Build loving relationships and have their own child
And some will split up and others reconciled
And as years pass by we slowly grow older
The cold winter nights will seem even colder
In this cycle of life we all live and breath
And our day will come when it's time to leave

2005 David Swinden©

Wish I could write something new just not happening for now.