In the beginning and in the end
we all thrive for the same thing

and for that thing
time doesn't change
while its forms may never be the same

but the causes of all our battles won
and the end of the every lost heart...

here lie a women and a man
but who they are

nobody knows
and yet sorrow feels our eyes

and yet we can't help but wonder
and yet time still dies

and our grasp has slipped away

we can neither go back
and the future we await

stuck in the present past and time

but what we know isn't in our mind

for you see I only know half the story

and the rest is only for you to find out
but look and you will see

what time has laid out for thee

don't look back forward march
and remember
look before you cross the street