I stand here at my window alone in my room
Looking at the wind as it blows around
The dead leaves from the tree's
I am reminded about life and how
Easily within a certain span of time
of how quickly life can end for you and me
We have memories that span the tide of time
That defines each of us as human beings
Choosing our pathways in what we believe are
The right paths, the right choice
We search for wisdom, love, peace all of those things
But face anger, hurt and sorrow, in life's
Winding paths of uncertainty
But when you look at all of these paths
They define us in our uniqueness as human beings
Thats just the way its meant to be
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