From Your First Breath to Your Last


Your life like a flower on the first day of spring
You grow, and you talk, and you play, and you sing
Life is as fresh as a summer's day
It feels like the heat will forever stay
But as time flies the leaves will all fall
A carpet of white will cover them all
The memories summer pile up with the snow
And all you want is for winter to go
Winters almost over now and your heart grows cold
Longing for the warmth that has now grown old
The snow has gone and taken you with it
But spring will come again and new flowers will bloom

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