When you’re thrust into this world,
For the very first time,
From the moment you take your first breath,
And cry your first tear,
A stopwatch doesn’t start to the beat of your heart.
A countdown does.

From the moment your heart starts pumping blood,
Around the time you still had an extra limb,
Way before your eyes knew they could see,
Way before your tiny fingers grasped at the world.

Way before you could read,
And way before you knew
That words were synonyms for the cries you made,
The script was already written
For...