Living Between the Lines
I was young and now I'm old
gone are the days of my youth
a raindrop that falls from the sky to the earth
like a vapor, we are here today and forever gone tomorrow
from the moment we are born we begin to die
our bodies return back to the dust from which we were created
some things change and others stay the same
we are in constant perpetual motion
living between the lines of life and death
the winds of change are blowing, but who can perceive where the wind blows
have you come to the end of yourself
can these dry bones live again
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