This Be The Verse: The Song of Life and Time

 This Be The Verse


This be the verse, the first and last,
That tells the truth from future to past.
A story of hearts both strong and weak,
In every word, the soul will speak.


It starts with joy, it ends with pain,
The endless cycle, the quiet refrain.
We’re born to laugh, to weep, to fight,
To seek the wrong and chase the right.


I’ve seen the world through open eyes,
I’ve touched the earth, I’ve reached the skies.
And though the years may take their toll,
I remain steadfast, a questioning soul.


The hands that built, the hands that broke,
The hearts that healed, the words they spoke.
In every face, in every glance,
Lies a story, a chance, a dance.


I’ve walked the roads that others paved,
I’ve stood upon the graves they’ve made.
In every shadow, there’s a light,
In every fear, a chance to fight.


This be the verse, the song we sing,
The refrain that echoes with every spring.
Through seasons change, through winds that blow,
We find ourselves where we must go.


The past is written, the future unknown,
But the present is where we’ve always grown.
In every moment, in every breath,
We carve our path between life and death.


The road is long, the journey wide,
With twists and turns we cannot hide.
But in the heart, there’s a steady flame,
A guide to follow, a hope to claim.


We are the builders, the dreamers too,
The ones who see and make it true.
Through every trial, through every test,
We hold our heads high, we do our best.


The world is harsh, the world is kind,
It takes, it gives, it winds and winds.
But through it all, we find our way,
In hope, in love, in the break of day.


This be the verse, the tale we tell,
Of heaven and earth, of heaven and hell.
In every choice, in every fall,
We rise again, we stand tall.


The whispers of time, the call of fate,
The winds that guide, the hands that wait.
Through joy and sorrow, love and fear,
We walk together, year by year.


This be the verse, the story we share,
Of dreams and hopes, of love laid bare.
In every word, in every glance,
Lies the truth of our endless dance.


We give, we take, we love, we lose,
We make our choices, we pay our dues.
And through it all, we find our place,
In the fleeting moments we embrace.


The world spins on, the stars will shine,
But in our hearts, the light will climb.
For in the end, we are all the same,
Bound by love, by loss, by name.


This be the verse, the song of life,
Of joy and sorrow, peace and strife.
In every moment, in every breath,
We find our meaning, life and death.


In the quiet, in the loud,
In the moments, humble and proud.
We live, we love, we fall, we rise,
Each step a journey, each step wise.


This be the verse that tells the tale,
Of hearts that break, of hearts that sail.
Through the storms, through the calm,
We find ourselves in a healing balm.


So walk with me, through thick and thin,
Through every loss, through every win.
For in the end, we find our voice,
In this be the verse, we make our choice.


We are the ones who shape the day,
In every word, in every way.
Through joy and sorrow, peace and strife,
We write the verses of our life.


This be the verse that binds us all,
The rise, the fall, the rise, the call.
Through every heartbeat, through every tear,
We make our mark, we persevere.


For in the end, we are the song,
The rhythm that carries us along.
Through every verse, through every rhyme,
We find our place, we make our time.


And so we go, from here to there,
In every moment, we are aware.
For this be the verse, the truth we see,
In every breath, we are free.


This be the verse, the song we sing,
A melody that will forever ring.
Through every heart, through every soul,
We find ourselves, we are whole.


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