There are years
and there are days
and there are months
and there are minutes
and there are hours
and there are seconds
and there are lives.
What do we do with them?
What will you do with yours?
When you get to the end, what will you leave behind?
What is yours and what is the worlds?
What can you take and what can you give?
What do you obtain and what do you receive?
Where do dreams go when they are not dreamt?
What happens to wishes never granted?
To prayers never answered?
To hearts never mended,
never told
it's alright love
it's okay.
and there are days
and there are months
and there are minutes
and there are hours
and there are seconds
and there are lives.
What do we do with them?
What will you do with yours?
When you get to the end, what will you leave behind?
What is yours and what is the worlds?
What can you take and what can you give?
What do you obtain and what do you receive?
Where do dreams go when they are not dreamt?
What happens to wishes never granted?
To prayers never answered?
To hearts never mended,
never told
it's alright love
it's okay.


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beautiful
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