The way life has its music,
all in its own time,
in its own sweet sacred place,
the rhythm and the rhyme.
The way the weathers changing,
darker every day.
The way the Summer falls to Fall,
gently on its way.
Lost among the creases,
the pillows and the sheets.
The creases underneath our eyes,
the journeys we complete.
Each week bringing different things,
with the rhythm and the rhyme.
Changing with the way we sing,
everything within its time.