Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;
But being both from me both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another’s hell.
    Yet this shall I ne’er know, but live in doubt,
    Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

This time capsule is about me,
So those in the future can see.
Everything inside me wants to shout out, Open the capsule to see what it's about.
The ticking of time never ceases,
But that doesn't mean we need to speed it.

The capsule will tell of yore,
Of all the things that didn’t store.
Music, Clothes, and Education,
All this will show dedication.
It will tell a story of an unsettled Aidenn,
Let time restore what you must weigh on.

If you could leave something behind,
What would you wanna find?  
Would you think of a world that was laden,
Would it be your safe haven?
A Memory capsule tells of a time,
With friends, family and love.

Would it be your safe haven?
A Memory capsule tells of a time,
With friends, family and love.