I fear it will be lost I fear it will be gone

I fear it will fade

All that would be, will be in vain.

 

Love and its labor

Love and its promises

Love and its glory

Will all bury in a moment of fury.

 

For in the end

despite the depth

the passion, the strength

we are all a body, a vanishing heart beat

 

And it takes very little

to have the heart beat

and takes even less

to make it the hurt beat.