And they say that time never waits on no one
That's what I was told, and now that I'm older I see on my own
It is a time for a celebration
Confetti and rolls
Ones floating galore
Fall down to the floor
So, maybe I'll turn back hands of time
Maybe I will go back
To when everything was fine
Back to the times when you would call me yours
And I would call you mine
Where we would look into the sky with words unspoken
Feeling what we feel for now
Do you heard that?
We so alike, but two different paths
I like the arts, but you not into that
I'm thinking twenty years ahead, like what's the aftermath
A cardinal and a blue jay making feng-shui in a birdbath
Like yeah we different colors, different tribes, so where the swords at?
I don't want to war, but if it's war, know how it's gonna last and
You still hope for something more