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Life Itself


What would we feel without life itself, the cold flame would soon burn out. Our feelings left to dry on a shelf, and no one would know what love is really about. Time would just be something in our dreams, all the love and fight would drift away. Without love life isn't what it seems, our bodies gone cold and astray. Left alone in this world with no one else, where would we be without life itself.

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