Time and will move mountains
And I have plenty of both
Combine it with freedom
And the architecture of heaven
Begins to form
And oh the rapture
Of this delicious mixture
A life to fill
With whatever I will
So I dream big
Without attachment
And look forward to the journey
More than the destination
As I plot my entry
In to the world of my passions
And it’s true
That life sinks its teeth into everyone
So that where I end up
May not be where I planned
But a skillful sailor
Makes the most of the ocean
And keeps spiritual true north
Squarely in sight
So wish me luck
As I hurtle through time and space
To that precious moment
When life begins again
And the language of my dreams
Becomes the story of my life
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