A converging stream, beauty in motion
Flowing through thee, this endless devotion
The purpose it serves, we may never know
All pawns to the game, all yearning to grow
Through shaping the form, pictures we'll create
Words filled with colour, our lives we shall paint
Our canvas this earth, left spinning through time
Nothing seems better, then to spawn this rhyme
Empty memories, here frozen in me
Long lost centuries, await you to see
Alone, together, we stand here as one
Reclaim the freedom, again once undone
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