It's a strange thing
    what love transforms
    and what it leaves the same

    It's a strange thing
    what despair consumes
    and what it leaves behind

    It's a strange thing
    what time destroys
    and what it leaves to grow

    It's a strange thing
    what life demands
    and what it leaves to chance

    It's a strange thing
    that I should care
    that I should yearn to grasp

    and a strange thing
    that in the end
    I will die with empty hands.