Time is passing, or so we see,
stuck in a world like a working bee.
Hours become days and years,
then we are just memory in tears.
Our own destiny written in stone,
flesh blood and bone.
The only escape of this dark road,
is to follow God's code.
Give hope to the once in need,
poor and old with food to feed.
To bring joy to smallest of ours,
spread goodness till the final hours.
suffer from the past, to long for the future, but to forget the present.
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