When I held your face in my hands
All the missing pieces of the puzzle fell into place,
And in my mind’s eye,
I discovered that the meaning of life is,
Love.
When I held your face in my hands
All the missing pieces of the puzzle fell into place,
And in my mind’s eye,
I discovered that the meaning of life is,
Love.
Life is a song that tragedy beckons to an end,
The melody is the company that holds your hand when it does;
Children are your echo that history cannot deny.