When
it has yet to truly begin
Rolling
in a field of clover
I
feel the grass beneath my skin
I
smell the dew, the sky, the life
There’s
still so much left to do
It’s
not all murder and strife
Around
every corner, there’s something new
Give
life a chance; put away all your hate
We’ll
explore the options together
Call
it coincidence or call it fate
Either
way, we’ll survive the weather
Because
throughout storms and sunshine alike
It’s
never as dark as it appears
Think
about what you’re doing before you strike
And
you’ll see a smile beneath all the tears
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