Another sunrise, another sunset
Soon it’ll all be yesterday
Another good day, another bad day,
What did you do today?
Why do we choose to chase what we’ll lose?
What you want isn’t what you have.
What you have may not be yours, to keep.
If I could find love, at a stop, in a park with open arms,
I would save all my love, in a jar, made of spark, sealed in my beating heart,
Could it be yours to keep, the Jar of Love.