In this cruel world,
There are things good and bad.
Lovers become friends,
And friends become lovers.
Life can be good to those who don't deserve it,
And cruel to those who don't.
In this cruel world,
Life and love come in many shapes.
A beautiful redhead perhaps,
Or a newborn babe even so,
As the world turns round,
We age with experiences,
Good and bad.
Once in every person's life,
They find the one they'll love forever,
And many times do they meet otheres.
Writing is a part of the soul,
The fuel is the imagination,
That bleeds onto the paper.
Forever trusting who we are,
Life is ours we live it our way.
Many come and many go,
But only one will stay with us.
