If I place my hope in all things that pass away
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What have I shown for myself?
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If love shows her face, and my life's out of place
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Will I be kind to myself?
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Where, where will I go from here?
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If it's all about timing
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Then I'm right where I should be,
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And there's no room for regrets
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But often times I find
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That my thoughts play in rewind
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And won't free me from the past
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So, where will I go? Where will I go? Where will I go?
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If my life had its way
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Oh how simple it would sway
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Like wildflowers in the fields
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I wish I could learn from the flowers and the ferns
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How to take things as they come
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And how, how will I grow?
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Oh how, how will I grow?
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Oh how, will I grow from here?
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Like Wildflowers
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| Rosie Thomas |
