Only time will tell
What a heart can grow
Its wishes and spell
Experience shall know
Upcoming each morning
Lives circling tides
On roads ahead learning
To look at both sides
You are yourself giving
Ties you have tied
Remembering and living
When daily works abide
Each blossom's desire
With might goes bliss
Like morning's new fires
Is each of its kiss
You make your own road
Where dreams come thru
Its work and its load
Is a part of what's you
You don't need those
That never gives a worth
They are thorn on a rose
And dust of the earth
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