Verse 1:
The spring has come.
Put the sunrise in your hand.
Let's dry up the choking swamp of demotivation.
Young winds rise up.
Dust off your forgotten dreams.
Set the sail and take the wings of inspiration.
Сhorus:
No time to waste –
Who knows how many mornings left?
No place for gloom –
Inner light is so heft.
No reins of doom –
But can you handle on your own?
So don't be alone.
Verse 2:
Some plans undone.
Don’t burn the candle at both ends.
Take a breath, act upon reconsideration.
The spring has come.
Gather up with your old friends.
You’re alive and that’s the reason for celebration.
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March-April 2024