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I am forever changing
Like the tides in spring
And learning to deal with
The blue birds that sing
Lives have come and gone
Storms taken their toll
And all that has remained
Is my barren, vacant soul
What comes to satisfy me?
But a seed that is planted…
What is to encourage me?
But a farmer to water it…
Then as the temperature drops
And the snow falls
So are my frozen tears
And my feelings lost
They’re buried forever
Under a white covering
Just as He is always
Covering me