Isn’t it so ironic
That the three of us
We represent
Light
Life
Love

But Light
Locks himself away
In his room shut in
Doesn’t show himself
After games begin

And Life
She questions every day
Through starry moonlit nights
Trying not to open
The thoughts of her life’s plights

Ah, Love
A gentle feeling, right?
But Love’s a painful kid
And his actions contradict
What Love has all forbid

Isn’t it odd?
My siblings and I
Aren’t destined to be this way.