Phases
Like the moon, every life has it's phase.
We grow and change throughout our days.
At times, it's a jumbled haze, like we may be trapped in a maze.
There is no real end so we should not fear.
The next stage is forever drawing near.
Only by learning to progress, can we avoid makeing life a mess.
By seeing the hope lying around the next bend,
Can we help our hearts and souls to mend.
In the begining it is always dark,
By takeing the first step we make our mark.
Then we begin to shine, knowing life truly is divine.
In the end all can see, the true beauty we all can be.
We grow and change throughout our days.
At times, it's a jumbled haze, like we may be trapped in a maze.
There is no real end so we should not fear.
The next stage is forever drawing near.
Only by learning to progress, can we avoid makeing life a mess.
By seeing the hope lying around the next bend,
Can we help our hearts and souls to mend.
In the begining it is always dark,
By takeing the first step we make our mark.
Then we begin to shine, knowing life truly is divine.
In the end all can see, the true beauty we all can be.
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