I had this playing while I wrote this:

http://youtu.be/hYgJAN1Ol5g

"An elderly man stays resting on a rocking chair,
Wise to the world he spectates,
Always looking for something new,
And this, is something he never finds.

An infant lies sweetly in slumbering security,
Seeing the promises of the world she's to see,
After this cot is out-grown,
And the door, and the walls all fall down.

A mother sits bedside to her sick son,
Laying fearless hands apon him,
Comforting his burning head,
Protecting his dying breaths, from the feeling of lonliness.

A father holds his daughters hand,
Keeping it warm when crossing a road,
Bound to her almost infinitely,
Holding her gently, but strong enough not to let her go."