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One moment's pause
One moments retreat
Away from the heat...

The silent surroundings
The black of the predawn sky
The chilled air of night
All give meaning to the sunrise
Without darkness
What would we know of light?

Day turns to night turns to day
A cycle that rules our lives
The darkness of night seems distant
When the daylight arrives

Two steps forward, one step back
It's an unbeaten path we tread
Sometimes we get blown off track

Sometimes we get blown ahead
Life's declines precede life's highs
Like the lines on a biorhythmic chart
Between the lows the beauty lies
Don't take your failure to heart

We may be dealt some cruel blows
By fate's implacable hands
Changing the future - changing our goals
Laying waste to all of our plans

No promises, no guarantees
Of a rose-colored existence
Progress comes slowly - always met with
A measure of ruthless Resistance

Whether it's the pleasure of success
Or the pain of rejection
Life doesn't travel just one way
In either direction

Bitter cold December
Spirits - and time - seem as frozen
As the icy ground
But time will soon fall
And march inevitably ahead
The world keeps spinning...

Season come, seasons go
As we helplessly watch them fly by
But life has cycles we can Control
In our own hands our destinies lie
One moment's pause   One moments retreat   Away from the heat...      The silent surroundings   The black of the predawn sky   The chilled air of night   All give meaning to the sunrise   Without darkness   What would we know of light?      Day turns to night turns to day   A cycle that rules our lives   The darkness of night seems distant   When the daylight arrives      Two steps forward, one step back   It's an unbeaten path we tread   Sometimes we get blown off track      Sometimes we get blown ahead   Life's declines precede life's highs   Like the lines on a biorhythmic chart   Between the lows the beauty lies   Don't take your failure to heart      We may be dealt some cruel blows   By fate's implacable hands   Changing the future - changing our goals   Laying waste to all of our plans      No promises, no guarantees   Of a rose-colored existence   Progress comes slowly - always met with   A measure of ruthless Resistance      Whether it's the pleasure of success   Or the pain of rejection   Life doesn't travel just one way   In either direction      Bitter cold December   Spirits - and time - seem as frozen   As the icy ground   But time will soon fall   And march inevitably ahead   The world keeps spinning...      Season come, seasons go   As we helplessly watch them fly by   But life has cycles we can Control   In our own hands our destinies lie