Essentially, all that I've learned
Through the troubles, twists, and terrible turns
Is that one cannot sit through their whole life and pout
One must wonder and try to figure things out
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A gentle breeze on your face
Comrades march in front, behind
Heads held high
Drum leads the march
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Today some are born
Today some have died
Today crowds have cheered
Today children have cried
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You feel it coming closer
Heart pounding, ears ringing
Closing in, shadows loom
Obscuring your view
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Fills the air you breath
Watches in the day
Yet looms in the shadows
Never showing its face
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As I walk down this newfound road
Sharp thorns bristle
Sunflowers grow
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He was so happy, my sweet little friend. Smiles for miles, I never thought it would end.
He was clumsy, a bit of a mess, never an implication of what might be suppressed.
At one moment in time he began to show signs, but whenever I inquired, my accusations he denied.
My sweet little friend became so much more blue, his personality was very askew.
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Song drives the world forward, presses onward
Notes being hurled, thrown forth from shining horns
Seemingly random, never straightforward
From chords in tandem melody is born
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Thank You
Essentially, all that I've learned
Through the troubles, twists, and terrible turns
Is that one cannot sit through their whole life and pout
One must wonder and try to figure things out
To discover the new is the greatest of prizes
These things may come through many devices
Though the storms may thunder and the lightning will crack
You cannot give up. You must always push back