What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now
From deep within the flow of time

But, for a certainty, back then
We loved so many, yet hated so much
We hust others and were hurt ourselves

Yet even then, we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed
Under cerulean skies

I will find you
Even if I have to serach the world over
Sometime, somewhere
I am sure