Life's bittersweet, a treat for you not to eat.
The present is not so pleasant, the past is not a blast and the future is for someone to tutor.
A candle in the wind blows a pleasant breeze, the trees sway side to side. Butterflies in the meadow are for you to settle, take a flower in your hand your father will stand on land.
Feelings are real, feelings are sad; I'll let you know as I can for when I find your hand. To take it in mine until the end of time.
