My life it goes in cycles,
Like flowers bloom and die,
The sun and moon are rising,
And never asking why
The seasons come in circles,
And meld into the same,
Autumn leaves and winter snows,
Then spring and summer came
Sunrise comes and sheds some light
Leaves moon and stars behind,
Gives us light to see our faults,
Then night it blankets minds
All lives they go in cycles
You’re born and then you die,
You have to make the best of it,
As years keep rolling by.
My life it goes in cycles,
Like flowers bloom and die,
The sun and moon are rising,
And never asking why
