The old man sat upon the cliff wondering about his life. What meaning has it had and what does it matter in the great sea of eternity, that rolls never ending in constant rhythm upon the shore...
But each wave is pushed, by an unseen hand,
And plays its role, upon the sand.
Each life, like the wave, rolls on its way,
To be a part of creation, every day.
Driven by, the invisible force,
The wave of life, fulfills its course
But each wave is pushed, by an unseen hand,
And plays its role, upon the sand.
Each life, like the wave, rolls on its way,
To be a part of creation, every day.
Driven by, the invisible force,
The wave of life, fulfills its course
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