COME JANUARY, YOU WILL GROW STRONG
Late December dreams clinging to the vine of January
a quandary thought of curiosity arises, when will it?
Over-due vision boards sit on our desk's usury
end of year expenses, alongside the what if's
Clinging to the vine of January, a December ordinary
Departed hours bringing us joy but also sadness
behind the hands of time the heart is willing
but sometimes we hold things that can't be harnessed
in this life of woe release the things your fearing
for there is joy and sadness in every hour of madness
A new beginning is what you need come January days
be brave dear soldier and you will turn the dime
Embrace the gold, release things that weigh
the world will be yours time after time
Come January days you will grow strong, with life's arrays.
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