Never remembering their whole past lives,
just the feeling of hope inside.
The eyes that see right through her soul,
the thoughts that sweep and wrap her whole.
The future unknown but always once more,
again and again until the feelings are born.
To hear the rain and feel its pain,
crying once more 'the end is near.'
The smile that lingers, the touch that tingles,
the mouth that quivers cold and afraid.
Never for the last time the three words are said,
over and over until all things are dead.
Their spirits in the air waiting and ready,
to be put in a time where their lives are...........

