Like watching the grass grow
All things come to those who wait
When touching tomorrow
It’s stealing from God’s hand
The thoughts may backslide
Future obscured by overcast
Sun showed the bright side
Surrendering to the past
The words may cut glass
The wishes fell underground
Though this too shall pass
First lost and then it’s found
Walking on air
Getting a second wind
Forging ahead
Through thick and thin
Blossoming out of spring
In the right place
At the right time
Moving on
And flying high
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