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| Nick Chapman / Crossroads |
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Crossroads
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hands of a clock tick around and around Gently bringing in the changes of this merry go round Assigning their minutes and seconds to each that has gone Adding together the maximum to each of life's song Rolling in the darkness that each of us tries to stave With endless vigour and hope, surfing on each morning's wave We struggle to extend the knowledge of the coming grave Some take a knife and a tuck here and there Producing a smile that's truly enough to scare Some wear their lines of happiness and pain With pride that they have always held the rain Thinking of past choices made and remembering the way The evidence proudly reminding us each and every day The hands of a clock tick around and around Gently bringing in the changes of this merry go round Three children born of love's laughter and good cheers As merrily goes by the life of those beautiful years Tragedies struck disasters overcome on highways of love As fondly we sit remembering the kisses given from above Rose covered glasses providing a way through the mist Some of the dark clouds disappearing in the final twist Passed crossroads and crossroads passed through as we ride Each one affecting the next as they meet and occasionally collide Directions taken choices made a lifetime of keeping the grade As one leads to another which wasn't there before the trade Bringing in new routes to plan and destinations unseen As we dance like leaves tumbling gently down the stream. |