I am the one who sings
The one who shines
The one who dances
The one who rhymes
The one who hears
The one who prays
The one who laughs
The one who stays
I don't think of tomorrow
I look at today
I have nothing else to offer
What else should I say?
But within every soul
There is a part to mourn
And within every heart
There is a part that's torn
But if you think of the bad
And give up the new
Your life is a waste
And you're mind is too
So grasp every day
Like a delicate flower
Sit down and rejoice
If only for an hour



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