What's lost, what's found, in this fleeting sphere,
Where meetings bloom, and partings sear?
What's lost, what's found, in this transient stage,
Where meetings bloom, and partings rage?
I hold no grievance, no bitter sting,
Though betrayed at every step, life's offering.
Gaze back at the past, a silent eye,
Sifting the memories that drift on by.
Gaze back at the past, a silent eye,
Sifting the memories that drift on by.
Speak to the heart, where truths reside,
Speak to the heart, where secrets hide.
The Earth, an ancient, timeless art,
Life, an unending, boundless start.
The Earth, an ancient, timeless frame,
Life, an unending, burning flame.
Yet, the body's boundaries keep,
Though sorrow's song, the senses weep.
Enough it is, when shadows fall,
To greet the final knock, and heed the call.
Enough it is, when shadows fall,
To greet the final knock, and heed the call.
Speak to the heart, where truths reside,
Speak to the heart, where secrets hide.
Birth and death, a turning wheel,
Life, a caravan, its fate to feel.
Birth and death, a turning wheel,
Life, a caravan, its fate to feel.
Here today, tomorrow, gone with the hour,
Who knows where dawn will flower?
Even the dark skies, they do confine,
Weighing the soul's wings, so divine.
Even the dark skies, they do confine,
Weighing the soul's wings, so divine.
Speak to the heart, where truths reside,
Speak to the heart, where secrets hide.
Speak to the heart, where truths reside,
Speak to the heart, where secrets hide.
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