Time’s triumph is heard in the song of a feathered friend
Throughout the echo of a rocky cave
A willing voice celebrating the passing of pain
Resignation to the ending of love
Rejoicing, when love
Can be saved

Within our hearts, time’s triumph sings out in glory
Allaying crimson with a silken mesh of blue
Opening our eyes wide to its story
The strength of our spirit, endures on and on
As time echoes in the words
Of me and you

Lovely is the age when pride is no longer restless
When patience is learned within
One can look straight ahead without being anxious
Enjoy the pleasant fire burning
Within their hearts
Once again

A murmur is heard in the wind of that which is dearly prized
Reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder
Seeing your long journey in the look, you carry in your eyes
Proclaiming, yes, you have lived following your purpose
Yet, you must continue on
As you, grow older