Everything changes constantly
Love bleeds into strife
Hidden in plain sight
It’s still hard to see
Oh, the irony in life.
Cut from the same stone
We all shine a different hue
Why then do we sharpen our knives?
Cutting down others to protect our points of view
Oh, the irony in life.
The young will grow old
But they’ll never die
Their memories live on
In the hearts they leave behind.
The circles we render
Are just spirals in time
Oh, the irony in life.
Everything changes constantly
Love bleeds into strife
Hidden in plain sight
It’s still hard to see
Oh, the irony in life.