The
ballad of life
It
is up and down the scale
It
can't stay in constant flow
It
is like the wind blow
Every
direction it has to go
It
can stop for a while maybe years
When
itching is high it will float away
Leaving
everything behind
The
ballad of life
The
good yard and the worst
The
crows will crow high
Among
its own kind
On
the ground
The
planting of seeds
Sometimes
it grows
Sometimes
it dies
But
it is still
The
ballad of life
Move
it with no regret
It
is life to live
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