Our time goes by so very fast
a flash before the eyes
A young and tender flower blooms
it wilts and then it dies...
We travel down a winding path
with stops along the way
A butterfly appears to all
and then it goes away
A moment in eternity
we call our very own
A bird that leaves its mother's nest
and flys away alone...
We travel down a winding path
with stops along the way
A butterfly appears to all
and then it goes away
A moment in eternity
we call our very own
A bird that leaves its mother's nest
and flys away alone...
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2015
Music She by Bernward Koch
Music She by Bernward Koch
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