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It's not time to go home yet.
There are flowers you haven't picked
There are roads you haven't walked
There are blessings you couldn't predict
And I want to see you standing tall, shocked.
No you can't go home yet.
There are rivers you haven't seen
There are mountains you haven't hiked
There are grasses so fresh and green
And I want to see you amongst it all,psyched.
Do you still want to go home?
When tomorrow seems like a forced dream
When yesterday lingers like a dying flower
When you count the days with a silenced scream
Do you want me to rise up, and haste the hour?
Open your eyes and look around you.
Grasp your day and squeeze hard
Taste the juice that runs out and savor
Then look at me and send me your regard
And tell me, that I've shown you a favor
