There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow. As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose. To live life is pleasant, where as death is peaceful, but it's the transition that's afflictive. It is an enigma, that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. Everything is uncertain in life, except death.
We have a story that is unique
It is told in our eyes
And our voices when we speak.
It is written in our hearts
And flows out in gentle ways
When we are with those special ones
Who bring joy to our days.
We must not be afraid to tell it,
It is too special not to share.
And if we aren't the ones to do it
Our story won't be there
To inspire and encourage
Or to bring laughter to a face,
It won't be there to encircle loved ones
Like a gentle fond embrace.
Not every day was perfect,
Nor was every moment sublime,
But it is a wonderful story
Cherish is the word I've learned
It is told in our eyes
And our voices when we speak.
It is written in our hearts
And flows out in gentle ways
When we are with those special ones
Who bring joy to our days.
We must not be afraid to tell it,
It is too special not to share.
And if we aren't the ones to do it
Our story won't be there
To inspire and encourage
Or to bring laughter to a face,
It won't be there to encircle loved ones
Like a gentle fond embrace.
Not every day was perfect,
Nor was every moment sublime,
But it is a wonderful story
Cherish is the word I've learned
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