The echoes of life find content our natal bodies
Born agape, unflinching, souls explicably bound by fate
Cherished in kind, a common thread invisibly strong
Separated by circumstance, raised unaware of Destiny’s course

Time deals its precious nectar, a just arbiter of need and desire
Our young bodies and minds given over to ideals
Both noble and coarse, inflated by the kindness of history
We persevere, drawn by the delicate promise of happiness

How blessed we find our lives unfold, from first impressions
to lasting tales told, each one a foundry of passions deep
For life, ’til revealed otherwise, strikes heavily its mark
on our young lives, crafting perfect the souls we hold.