Eyes open wide for the first time
They wait on our cry to know we're alive
That's the first, but not last time
They'll return every time we feel torn apart inside
We start instantly being held and adored
The most innocent form of life in the world
With time like earth we'll become and bloom
Like all else, rise and fall with the sun and moon
One day we'll see fear
Stomach drops, heart beating fast
One day we'll be passing through a moment
Well hold on to it, we'll wish it could always last
We'll both cherish and regret the things we've done
Trapped in the foolish illusion we're alone, the only one
One day we'll feel warmth and peace and ease,
Our roots planted firmly in the ground, in a forest full of trees
Learning when to appreciate and differentiate moments of significance,
Learning to accept indulgence and enjoy without succumbing to decadence
Milestones from blank slate to grave,
Building distractions from wondering if we have souls to save
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
Eyes open wide for the first time
They wait on our cry to know we're alive
That's the first, but not last time
They'll return every time we feel torn apart inside
We start instantly being held and adored
The most innocent form of life in the world
With time like earth we'll become and bloom
Like all else, rise and fall with the sun and moon
One day we'll see fear
Stomach drops, heart beating fast
One day we'll be passing through a moment
Well hold on to it, we'll wish it could always last
We'll both cherish and regret the things we've done
Trapped in the foolish illusion we're alone, the only one
One day we'll feel warmth and peace and ease,
Our roots planted firmly in the ground, in a forest full of trees
Learning when to appreciate and differentiate moments of significance,
Learning to accept indulgence and enjoy without succumbing to decadence
Milestones from blank slate to grave,
Building distractions from wondering if we have souls to save
