Life Is Here,
                The Time Is Now.
                The Milk for cheese,
                May come from the cow.
                But it must age,
                As so must we.
                So that we may keep climbing  
                up life's rough tree.
                Hands Together, 
                And Hands Apart
                So far away but always close to
                                  my heart...

           Eyes on Venice,
              Hearts That Rome,
                 Where is it that anyone truly calls home...
                         Spoiled, Rotten cheese Is Mold...

                     But a tale to tell Maybe for your heart..
                     Penicillin shall take hold...
                     It healing quality is strong indeed..
                     Even when your heart may still bleed..
                                  
                                  So do not Protest,
                                  It shall be In Vein...
                                  For the healing has come;               
                         Wasting medicine would be a shame.