Blessed

When the day turns into night
all the shapes are reformed.
And like a river flows the time
and all the colors you see now
are constantly changing.

But that is how life goes.
You build your childhood dreams
with hard work
and then break them in pieces.
When you see
this isn't me.

Then you turn to child again
and start dreaming again.
And thinking
what is it that I want?
Where am I?
And where am I going?

How woderful life is.
No matter which road you walk
or witch crossroad you are choosing.
It't right thing to do
'cos it's all up to you.

Like a river flows the time.
And if you wonder of your life
by asking was it worth for anything?
Remember it worth for everything
and all it was golden.

So what have you seen?
You've seen a lot of joy
and fear
and woderful people.
And what have you been?
You've been a pioneer
and light
for all us in here.

You have been blessed.
You have been a bless.
From here to the end
you still are been blessed.

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