A new sunrise, a new time, a new day
Sunsets past, just a memory, time gone.
Yesterday we cannot live for, or pray
Tomorrows, there are many more, not none.
One body, one mind, one love, never late
The fates cruel, or be they kind instead.
To never love, how wrong, was that our fate?
To die unknown alone in a large bed.
Benevolent the fates have been to us.
Though many years too late, never shed tears
To writhe in pain and swear and cry and cuss
No we are one and will be down the years.
The fates were late, but kind when said and done
They gave us each other and we are one.