The cup of life
drunk to my fill
Searching the dregs
to find some meaning
in the life I've lived
In the muddy, murky depths
I see only darkness
No light is shed
the picture stays unclear
I give the cup a shake
but no shape forms
Maybe that's how
it’s meant to be
Don't look back
at what's been
at what's been
What happens next
remains to be seen
remains to be seen
There may be darkness ahead
But there's still a glow
to show me the way
It comes from within
The cup of life
will fill itself again
will fill itself again
and maybe the next time
I'll find what
I've been searching for
in the dregsI've been searching for
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