The Art of Being Yourself

Time is rushing ahead, never slowing its pace,
Never asking if you can keep up.
And at times every person in this frantic race
Longs to hold this bright beauty's gold cup.

To be young, you must live through the years that have flown,
It's a path that you can't walk in haste.
You must cherish each moment that you've ever known,
So that wisdom is finally embraced.

Youth was a gift that was given by birth,
Age is a masterwork made by your hand.
Life, like a book, showed us what we are worth,
To the words that are honest and grand.

We're not better or worse as the years pass us by,
Simply masks fall away from the face.
In the mirrors we see our own light in the eye,
Understanding our soul's inner space.

With each day we discover new traits in our soul,
Studying canvas of spirit within.
In this clarity, making our destiny whole,
To find who we have always been.

Youth was a gift that was given by birth,
Age is a masterwork made by your hand.
Life, like a book, showed us what we are worth,
To the words that are honest and grand.

Let the silver of gray touch the hair on your head,
It's a stretch of the road that is new.
For the faith in the wonders is what must be fed,
To find self that is honest and true.

And the movement of stars brings the sunset to light,
As the movie of life carries on.
Time is flying away and the seconds take flight,
Till the path to the end is all done.

Youth was a gift that was given by birth,
Age is a masterwork made by your hand.
Life, like a book, showed us what we are worth,
To the words that are honest and grand.

To the words that are honest and grand...

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