Every moment can’t remain and every life 
won’t stay the same. With [bad word] a 
layer [bad word] and our bones will turn to dust. 
Everyone will fall away and every season is 
built on change. With time the paint will peel 
and all sense will lose it’s feel. Every cloth will 
start to fray and every night will [bad word] day. 
With time a mold will form and what’s cold 
can [bad word] warm. Every love can’t always 
stay and the dead will soon decay. With time 
we’ll all be gone but how you lived can live on