We long for something constant
That we know will never change,
And we grab for that one hope
But it's always out of range.

We want some things to never end
But if they never do,
We may be keeping all the good parts
But we're stuck with bad things too.

We are forced to go on forward
When we wish we could go back,
But if the past is always changing
Then the future's not intact.

We may long for extra life
And wish another's there,
But it's just because we worry
And it's just because we care.

We can't predict the future
But we can love and feel and cry,
We can only keep on living
Because we know it's life to die.