Yet another chance,
To find one's wings
To touch the sky;
To feel what it brings. . .

The soft soft clouds,
The rain is another
And sometimes there's thunder
So stand by each other

Hold thy loved one,
Fly on thy wings
As thou hold each other,
And then it rings

That this is the moment,
The essence of life
Almost always a choice,
Knife, rife or wife!

Eye to eye and cheek to cheek,
Love and hatred, both hold passion
Step down a bit and then protect
Thy dear flame of compassion