The webs people weave,
About their lives, about their death,
About their hopes and their dreams.
No matter who they are or where they're from,
There's always something they fear.
Something they love, something they hate,
Something that's much too dear.
We fear the loss, we fear the change,
But question it? We wouldn't dare...
What if something goes wrong, we say.
But what really matters is the love we share.
What is it that escapes us?
Why are things the way they are?
Is there something that we aren't doing?
Or are we just trying too hard...?