Our thoughts do not recall a time
When angels walked this Earth
The life we have is the Heaven we get
And not planned before our birth
The dreams we have are the only plans
Considered any worth
The paths we walk doth soon expire
And life's roads lead us to the pyre.
Your eyes can sometimes still reveal
The child that's not quite gone.
Panic! I strain for one last glance;
I hadn't looked for far too long.