It is too late to ask my heart in return for yours. There was a time when my life was like a bud, all its perfume was stored in its core. Now it is squandered far and wide. Who knows the enchantment that can gather and shut it up again? My heart is not mine to give to one only, it is given to the many.
Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
By Daughtry
How the time passed away, all the trouble that we gave And all those days we spent out by the lake Has it all gone to waste? All the promises we made One by one they vanish just the same
Of all the things I still remember Summer's never looked the same The years go by and time just seems to fly But the memories remain
In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain Nothing to lose but everything to gain Reflecting now on how things could've been It was worth it in the end
Now it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fear So we made our way by finding what was real Now the days are so long that summer's moving on We reach for something that's already gone
Of all the things I still remember Summer's never looked the same The years go by and time just seems to fly But the memories remain
In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain Nothing to lose but everything to gain Reflecting now on how things could've been It was worth it in the end
We knew we had to leave this town But we never knew when and we never knew how We would end up here the way we are Yeah we knew we had to leave this town But we never knew when and we never knew how
Of all the things I still remember Summer's never looked the same The years go by and time just seems to fly But the memories remain
In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain Nothing to lose but everything to gain Reflecting now on how things could've been It was worth it in the end
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"I am not in this world to live up to other people's expectations, nor do I feel that the world must live up to mine."
