Love muses in sweet lullabies,
a mother's warm voice singing sweetly.
Bliss that seemed to last long into the night
and ended with a child's voice begging for more.

I once thought being young would last forever,
but no one ever told me forever was for(n)ever.
Because thoughts they are too far,
they just seemed to fly out of my head.

Somehow that youthful persona
has passed on into another world.
Only chants may cure what dies,
so I'll plead with the skies to reverse time.

This want to live the perfect dream
may prettify the earth’s altar
but it doesn't help me to believe.
So now we ask: What will?