Endings hang like a sword upon my head
casting a shadow upon a smile-lit face
or easing the frown on a worried brow
beginnings lead to endings, birth to death
nothing stays the same, though I wish it would
the road may be long, but destiny awaits
No sooner had they taken their first steps
babies run then fly away from home
as spring turns to summer, summer to fall
flowers fade, fairy tales end, tears dry
all things pass. Life is a rehearsal
for that last good-bye towards home.
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