We enter this world naked, yet bearing a light That knows no price and knows no death; But time clothes us in fine garments— With years that seek to become a part of the soul. Without being told where we are headed, And with eternity locked within a clock We watch as life places into our palms A path we must tread, step by step.
Yet a day will come when time itself Will offer us wings for flight, And we shall fade away in the final snowfall, Leaving behind, in those who remain, an ocean of longing. We shall live on, vivid in their memories, Once our own journey has reached its end— Bestowing, as a final gift, A drop of heaven upon those who loved us.
We fail to see that a treasure lies hidden in each day, Squandering it without ever truly valuing it; Only when it is gone do we yearn for it once more, But time has no intention of returning. Boundless horizons are our destiny, Yet we lack the time to traverse them all; We notice them only as the sun begins to set, When our paths dissolve into the night.
Yet we shall live on through those who remain, Through all that we gave them from the depths of our being; We shall be a ray of light that never sets, A name shining on in immortality. From the stillness that gently settles in— As our final breath takes flight— We shall carry with us the light of that first day, Which walked beside us throughout our journey through time.
And there comes an hour when our stride falters, When the fleeting moment unravels into the abyss, When we leave behind all that was once beautiful, And time puts an end to everything we have written. With memories held in pages of a tale, We shall cross the threshold to another realm; And all that we leave behind us here Will endure in others, time and time again.
For a day will come when time itself Shall grant us wings to take our flight, And we shall fade within the final snowfall, Leaving in our loved ones an ocean of longing. They will hold us close within their hearts, Through the love we l
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We enter this world naked, yet bearing a light
That knows no price and knows no death;
But time clothes us in fine garments—
With years that seek to become a part of the soul.
Without being told where we are headed,
And with eternity locked within a clock
We watch as life places into our palms
A path we must tread, step by step.
Yet a day will come when time itself
Will offer us wings for flight,
And we shall fade away in the final snowfall,
Leaving behind, in those who remain, an ocean of longing.
We shall live on, vivid in their memories,
Once our own journey has reached its end—
Bestowing, as a final gift,
A drop of heaven upon those who loved us.
We fail to see that a treasure lies hidden in each day,
Squandering it without ever truly valuing it;
Only when it is gone do we yearn for it once more,
But time has no intention of returning.
Boundless horizons are our destiny,
Yet we lack the time to traverse them all;
We notice them only as the sun begins to set,
When our paths dissolve into the night.
Yet we shall live on through those who remain,
Through all that we gave them from the depths of our being;
We shall be a ray of light that never sets,
A name shining on in immortality.
From the stillness that gently settles in—
As our final breath takes flight—
We shall carry with us the light of that first day,
Which walked beside us throughout our journey through time.
And there comes an hour when our stride falters,
When the fleeting moment unravels into the abyss,
When we leave behind all that was once beautiful,
And time puts an end to everything we have written. With memories held in pages of a tale,
We shall cross the threshold to another realm;
And all that we leave behind us here
Will endure in others, time and time again.
For a day will come when time itself
Shall grant us wings to take our flight,
And we shall fade within the final snowfall,
Leaving in our loved ones an ocean of longing.
They will hold us close within their hearts,
Through the love we l