Time is a gift,
We lose it each day.
Reflect on your wishes,
Make them happen each day.
I have taken a journey,
To discover myself,
I'd lost "me" through troubles,
Lost colour and health.
I'm back on the road,
To where, I don't know.
But time makes its mark,
Which I will proudly show.
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