Stolen Gifts the greatest gift givencan be stolen in a moment,it does not matterthe sweetness of the soul;Fate marches to the beatof its own drum,cutting time shortwhere it sees fit;so littleis within our control,make sure to put livinginto your life
Starting Over a slipdoesn't meana fall;we slide backwardsin a moment,only to start over again,this time wiserfor having fallen,we will all fall,we must keep gettingback up
Rushing Experience my feetwill find the groundin time,experiencecannot be rushed,it must unfoldat its own pace
