Wings to fly
The future shall always become the pastIt is our memories that make this last
As we wait for our future, life passes by
Untold events are left to lie
Our life tests some are good some are bad
There are times we are happy, times we are sad
When It becomes our time to die
It is experience that gives us wings to fly
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