When you are weary
When you think the end is near
Life grows on
Life gives plenty to change
Riding down the tunnel
A black window, blue window too
You would see my marks
And probably hers, too
Dive into the clouds
Slip through like air
Its no wonder
You're still here
Petal by petal
Piece by piece
Think of life as a flower
Nourish it, won't you please?
August 20, 2004
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