Best-sellers about inner peace
Ain't worth a walk among the trees
When spring is in full bloom.
Pollen eyes and yellow feet
Annoying, but a simple treat
The makings of the world's repeat
Mean life is dawning soon.
Every truth that's ever told
Will never be as brave and bold
As a flower after winter's cold
A dream rises from the gloom.
And every single living cost
Can never match the beauty crossed
With each step over stones and moss
That once made up a tomb.
It seems however far I go
However fast, however slow
The road before me only grows
And to stay is surely doom.
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