Minutes.

Their life is bright
their newlywed.
They're holding hands,
not looking ahead.
Some guy's been drinking,
he's on his way home,
and one minute later,
She's all alone.

An ordinary minute,
of an ordinary day.
An ordinary minivan,
that took his life away.
And if she could do it over,
She'd do it just the same,
and cherish every minute
because a minute changed
her life.

Living with the grief,
he can't drink away the pain.
Every time he closed his eyes,
he lived it all again.
He's running from a shadow,
of the man he'll never be.
He finally makes a choice,
it's the only way he sees.

and in an ordinary minute,
of an ordinary day,
with no one there to give him hope,
he took his life away.
And if he could do it over,
it would not turn out this way...

So cherish every minute,
because the minutes change
your life.


Where are your minutes going?
This is a question I have to ask myself, I'm afraid I spend more minutes staring at the wall then I do actually doing something really worthwhile.
I think we underestimate the power of a moment.