The terrible two’s hit you hard
I was twenty and the glass shard
Went flying out the window
Is it a sin though
Because I know that life
Is more than a husband or wife
As we at the age of marriage and children
Are empty enough that we can’t fill them
And I let him slip out of my grasp
Coz I know forever cannot last
As our bodies wither and they age
And my skin is canvas to write a page
Of years upon
They were here and now they’re gone 
And I leave the door lying open
I’m not even in the vicinity of copin’ 
As I’m resilient in a way I can’t describe
Kind of like the song “I’m Alive”