While it formed,
A desire,
A path to take,
To what you want.
It was a thought,
To rise above,
To breathe,
To live.
Who is to say,
What can be and cannot be?
Who is to say,
What is right and what's not?
All will be,
As always meant to be.
For love conquers all,
And you will know it,
When you feel it.