Every second of every hour
while time races and runs
at a hundred miles per hour
there is the thought that what if
life was like a plastic flower?

When our hearts meet each other
and it feels like no other
with the sun guiding our days and the moon our nights
the sweetness of our union is in plain sight
rejecting the taste of sour
our love will always remain like that plastic flower.

When that day comes and we are stronger than ever
united as one to be divided never
as a work of His craft
led by each other through the wrath
what we create will be perfection
the last thing we will need is protection
our race will be one of power
and that unity will last forever
Just the same as that plastic flower.