Days had evaporated
And leaves had been blown by wind
Fingers had turned another page
The pen breathed out a new story to tell
Time had sped away, leaving almost everything
Old and forgotten
Forgotten and old
A newborn beginning had started
As the young mind grew wiser
And an innocent heart became learned
And I blew my candle, thinking still
Of what to make of this chance,
This new opportunity that
I have held and grasped
This gift that I was fortunate
To be blessed with
This life, my life...