Dreams come and go,Skies fade-The sun is low,Time is a haze.Love fades,People change-Life is made,Peace is in range.Clocks tick,The faster we are-Structures stick,We see near and far.Futures flow, in front of our eyes,We can't grab ahold-Watch your own demise,Be creative, do not mold-For life is short---so take hold!

3/6/06~~~Written by Malorie~~~