You are the gold thread;
Life is a yard of fabric
You can choose to weave.
Other threads weaving
May intertwine with your frame,
But darkness severs,
And light may accept them home.
Though the end is far,
You cannot wait to live life;
Weave your tapestry,
Run the line and chase the sun
Until it westward sets.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
You are the gold thread;
Life is a yard of fabric
You can choose to weave.
Other threads weaving
May intertwine with your frame,
But darkness severs,
And light may accept them home.
Though the end is far,
You cannot wait to live life;
Weave your tapestry,
Run the line and chase the sun
Until it westward sets.