It is not birth that starts our journey,
but death.

Death seems to have the ability to put us in
motion. We flee it, we fear it. We someday
will all come to know it.

When death comes action starts. We start
to do, to plan. We think about changes we
will make. More time we will take with each
other. How much longer will we have to hold
our lovers.

Once we take our last breath we know not
where we go. But if I can I hope to be your
hand to hold.

It is not birth that starts our journey,
but death.