In twenty-fifteen, she was just nineteen,
Today half a decade has passed,
Surprised by the fact that time ran in a flash,
She's got so much more to surpass.
Her mind's running, her heart's beating,
Her hands' scribbling, but feet's waiting,
Of where, where could she go?
Where will the wind bring her to?
Yeah, a score and a four, that's the years she has lived,
But what does it mean, really wants to discern?
Wanna travel to the year next from now,
She could wear that black attire, cry, bring pride to her tribe.
Well, what more could she do but rest assured,
That no matter what living here on earth will bestow,
Another reason to smile, another reason to cry,
And far more reasons to stay on her Savior's securing arms.
Twenty-twenty, they say all things will be clear and bright,
As sure as matters arise, they will still all boil down,
Another year to create more memories till days fade,
And what remains till the end - the One that never fails.
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