Under Cerulean Skies

[serge2244]

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 love so many, yet hated so much
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...

Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughters echoed,
Under Cerulean Skies...