Learning
No stone unturned No book unread The hunger for knowledge inside burns For the things that were left unsaid.
I cryed a thousand tears For those who were lost Giving my only years Counting all the cost.
How many things I have learned How to love How to cry And how to die.
So much left to do Little time left to accomplish That which I started, I choose And fill my friends' last wish
Were these the last words I will bear? No one can really know the way I feel when I know the answer And there are no ears to hear.
Of course we are still stuck On the questions to ask To know the right words To accomplish this task
Of the many things I know One thing is certain I have much yet to learn Before the final curtain.
By Robert
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