As it all flows on gently, the life of this boy

There’s only his work and that work it brings joy

As it all flows on gently, the life of this boy

But this boy is a man and his life is a dream

Of a life that’s half over, half other, unseen

Cause as he looks forward and sometimes looks back

He’s learned that there’s nothing that’s holding him back

Theres only himself and he’s powering on

Another day older, another yet gone

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