Time inflicts its own wounds It's healing properties are wasted in the age of youth Our deeds and memories are fortified as Seasons pass And mark out histories that never change And what remains is each life's legacy
The white blank page of innocence is scripted from the start As each leaves its signature As each life makes its mark And every single victory as well as our mistakes Can never change and what remains is each life's legacy
Within the glorious moment the seeds of reverie Are captured in a movement perfected by degrees With every soul's existence the strength of emapthy Will never change and what remains is each life's legacy