Like a bird's maiden flight it falls and then clears.
Then chords bright and warm like the first rays of dawn.,
Like the moon on a stormy night a new life is born.
The first memories are hazy at best,
A few smiles, a few trees, the first rain, the first test.
Then the first heart ache, the first night faced alone.
The first thoughts that you fought as your heart turned to stone.
Years in verses.
Days and hours roll on.
Never knowing when the dirges will ring out loud and strong.
At a quarter life crisis.
And the chorus ain't long.
Soon these faded memories, and life will be gone.
The years come on fast, and your hair's shaded grey.
Suddenly you have a past, and you live for the day.
Climbing the corporate ladder, another kid on the way.
No time to look back when there are bills to be paid.
Years in verses.
Days and hours roll on.
Never knowing when the dirges will ring out long and strong.
The second chorus is over,
It's just not that long.
You can't seem to remember is life already gone?
Slow bone chilling minors falling like rain.
Like crude boats of paper heading for the drain.
We're caught in life's cycle dying from our birth.
And then we're recycled and return to the earth.
Warm earthy blends of majors so grand.
When everything ends and before him we stand.
The conductor and composer with whom we belong.
Can we say I lived it loud and proud like a song?
Years in verses.
Lifetimes roll on.
Like the grass of the fields we bloom bright, sing out strong.
Soon the song fades with winter,
Spring doesn't last long.
Enjoy life's every season for soon life will be gone.
Dedicated to Caleb who helped me end this and Niruban who started me thinking about it all.
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