People may die;

Things might make you cry;

You may feel the pain and the hurt;

You may feel like your heart is long burnt.

.

But seasons die

And are rebirthed.

You can laugh until you cry;

You can laugh until it hurts.

Many things are reborn

From the ashes of the burnt.

Things come in a cycle

And this is the cycle of life

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A flower lies black and withered

In the hand of those who kill.

But one petal floats to Heaven

And falls, alone and still,

For the autumn to leave it crumpled,

For the winter to let it freeze,

But spring brings rebirth,

And the seed grows a pure white lily.

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Because seasons die

And are rebirthed.

You can laugh until you cry

You can laugh until it hurts.

Many things are reborn

From the ashes of the burnt.

Things come in a cycle

And this is the cycle of life

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Can anyone promise

It will be a life of ease?

Can anyone swear

I’ll get anywhere doing as I please?

No.

I tell you that you may cry;

I tell you that it may hurt;

I tell you that the pain is worth the gain

And that it’s the only way to learn.

So I’d rather live with these facts

Than die before my time;

In this world I want to

Live the full cycle of life.

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Seasons die

And are rebirthed.

You can laugh until you cry;

You can laugh until it hurts.

Many things are reborn

From the ashes of the burnt.

All things come in a cycle

And this is the cycle of life.