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