When I was younger love was a guarantee
Written, sang, and born to be free

But as I grew older I learned of chance
For nothing is certain or laid in advance

My life remained bare and hollow for years
Except for loneliness, my greatest of fears

Hope hung itself in my home
Left in a window with mouth full of foam

Then chance bestowed on me its greatest gift
Someone to share my thoughts and love with

On our first night I listened to every breath
And I came to burdened her father's death

The world froze to watch her lips touch mine
This is where I was meant to spend my short time