The gift is still alive,
It’s there, it’s not dead!
Though the path is dark,
You’ll still see the light,
Too many weak things to clinch on,
Too many cold shoulders you can’t rely on,
So got to remain strong,
Stand up like a human,
It’s alright.

All days are not bright,
All nights are not dark,
The gift is still alive,
It’s there, it’s not dead!
If you look carefully,
You will see its flints
Sparkling like “time”,
Because the only difference,
Between “here “and “there”
Is the letter; tee

It stands for time,
And the time has arrive
Where nothing can
Stand between you
And your gift,
Except the eternal one.