There is a countdown

Waiting to Strike its last

And restart all over now

Telling the world of this quest

The time is almost up

And he grabs her hand

Entwined tightly not going to erupt

Like a volcano spreading over the land

His love for her

Her love for him

Making this lover forever bound

Leaving butterflies fly around and around

She wants this feeling to never leave

And not missing the finally

Of that special moment when they believed

Everything is possible, even for me

The clock strikes midnight

To restart what has begun

Moving forward and not behind

And losing the battle, which was really won.