The Cycle
An everlasting life on repeat,
with a youth rotting from the core.
Can't take back what's already gone.
Pick yourself back up, move on.
One life, one chance to live your dream,
and you choose to fall weak to your knees.
Day in day out growing older and weak,
if you don't believe then you got to have faith.
Life chose you to except this gift,
to die alive and live dead.
Be yourself to the very fullest,
never give in.
Copyright © Clayton Rowe | Year Posted 2012
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