• Love was created by the hands of innocence
    It grew under a night sky
    With a star shining bright
    And as that love grew, so did a pretty little rose
    It blossomed among others,
    but love had to go
    And the moon grew dull
    and so did the rose
    And as the birds hushed their singing
    The rose wilted away
    It found it hard to compete with the empty time
    So love created by the hands of innocence
    Was destroyed by the hands of time