There are people in this world that will change our perceptions
They will redefine our definitions of love and hatred
Some will make us cry rivers of tears
Some will make us smile while they're here and long after they're gone
From the minute we take our first breath until the minute we take our last, our lives will show us many colors
Ones that compliment and ones that offend
Although we will receive wounds and burns, they can heal if nurtured
We all have a limited amount of sand in the hour glass
We must give each grain a pleasant memory
So when the last one falls you can look death in the eyes and say
“I lived and it was beautiful...”
