I look me back upon the miles,
The hills I climbed and fell,
Each year that passes by my life,
I remember it so well,
When young my immortality,
To give me strength go on,
But older now,
Each year becomes,
A circle made as one.
What now?
I ask to make me laugh,
What now?
To make me cry,
For life itself not straight nor true,
Just a circle till you die.
In all the years I travelled it,
In all the days so swift,
In all the things I thought to learn,
To make my heart to lift!
What now?
To make my heart believe,
What now?
The road ahead,
What dreams be left?
To lift me up,
And leave my hunger fed,
I look me back upon the path,
My birth did set me on,
The saying true, or so it goes,
The babe the man becomes,
For all I learned and all I know,
Not one of these I care,
Tis not the knowledge a man acquires,
But the heart in him to stir,
I look me now to the future hence,
As the circles ends to meet,
Its reason in my heart to live,
As my journey now completes,
For here me lays the secret,
Of all the reasons why?
So what do I do now,
You ask?
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
I look the stars,
Within her eyes!
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