Time breeds life.
But I'll never live forever.
I'm guessing nothing lives forever
except energy and roaches, am I right?
What doesn't live long
is good-bye.
Still, I will be the tree
that scratches on your window.
I'll be the calm flame
in the dark, showing you the way home.
I will be your blood
that gives you a shadow.
I'll be here,
even in your tears.
And when the time comes,
even when I'm gone,
I'll be at home
waiting for your knock at the door.