Thandii - The End Of The World
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Journey #23.46
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Sub-category:
Hope & Inspiration
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Drive
Driving all night
Driving to the back of your mind
Signs
Signs in the sky
Product of an overactive mind
Fire
A fire in the night
A fire is burning all of the time
Time
Erase and rewind
Circling the windmills of your mind
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind;
It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees;
It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination
A vigor of the emotions;
It is the freshness of the deep springs of life
Youth means a temperamental predominance
Of courage over timidity of the appetite
For adventure over the love of ease
This often exists in a person of sixty more than
A person of twenty
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years
We grow old by deserting our ideals
Years may wrinkle the skin
But to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart
And turns the spirit back to dust
Whether sixty or sixteen
There is in every human being′s heart the lure of wonder
The unfailing child-like appetite of what's next
And the joy of the game of living
In the center of your heart and my heart
There is a wireless station;
So long as it receives messages
Of beauty, hope, cheer, courage
And power from humanity and from the Infinite
So long are you young
When the aerials are down
And your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism
And the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old
Even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up
To catch the waves of optimism
There is hope you may die young
Or never die
Journey #23.46
Select category:
Lounge Music
Sub-category:
Hope & Inspiration
Tempo 127BPM TC3501 Generating...
Would you like to play now? Select yes or-
Drive
Driving all night
Driving to the back of your mind
Signs
Signs in the sky
Product of an overactive mind
Fire
A fire in the night
A fire is burning all of the time
Time
Erase and rewind
Circling the windmills of your mind
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind;
It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees;
It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination
A vigor of the emotions;
It is the freshness of the deep springs of life
Youth means a temperamental predominance
Of courage over timidity of the appetite
For adventure over the love of ease
This often exists in a person of sixty more than
A person of twenty
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years
We grow old by deserting our ideals
Years may wrinkle the skin
But to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart
And turns the spirit back to dust
Whether sixty or sixteen
There is in every human being′s heart the lure of wonder
The unfailing child-like appetite of what's next
And the joy of the game of living
In the center of your heart and my heart
There is a wireless station;
So long as it receives messages
Of beauty, hope, cheer, courage
And power from humanity and from the Infinite
So long are you young
When the aerials are down
And your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism
And the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old
Even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up
To catch the waves of optimism
There is hope you may die young
Or never die
