what makes life precious is not history or musing

of all that was or ever one day be

but that we have the opportunity of using

right now to live, even forever, maybe

to tell those that we love that we so do,

and hold each moment as a lover's hand

to do the things we need and must and want to,

to leave our transient footprints in the sand

so when grief strikes and tears at you, stay with it,

be sure that soon today becomes tomorrow

feel all the pain, all the despair, and beat it...

for seasons pass and time softens the sorrow

'cos true love never dies, or fades or tires...

it is as solid now as it was then,

it's as undying as the earth's deep fires