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Timeline by Quinn Holm
Timeline Quinn Holm I wrote Spring in WinterI wrote Winter in Summerand Fall somewhere in betweenthe changing weather
The nature in me has its own seasonsI’m not afraid of being forgottenfor my being needs no outside opinionsThings used-to-be and mistakenno longer have a place in my present Long gone was their influence on my emotions I’m now loved and nurtured, every moment
The universe in me creates its own timelineThe inner reservoir in this child’s eyesmasters the healing and grows with pride as my inner light shines through the nightthings soon-to-be have now been realised The hopes and dreams will soon be revivedin this serene world of my own divinebecause it is the life of my own design.
(Outro)When you lose what needs to be lostIt is actually a gainYou will see right through that painThat once paralysed your mind With the now blazing self-respect Reflected in those eyes.
The nature in me has its own seasonsI’m not afraid of being forgottenfor my being needs no outside opinionsThings used-to-be and mistakenno longer have a place in my present Long gone was their influence on my emotions I’m now loved and nurtured, every moment
The universe in me creates its own timelineThe inner reservoir in this child’s eyesmasters the healing and grows with pride as my inner light shines through the nightthings soon-to-be have now been realised The hopes and dreams will soon be revivedin this serene world of my own divinebecause it is the life of my own design.
(Outro)When you lose what needs to be lostIt is actually a gainYou will see right through that painThat once paralysed your mind With the now blazing self-respect Reflected in those eyes.
More from Quinn Holm ↓
- @quinnholm.muse and @gratusgarden on Instagram
- Quinn Holm on Substack
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By Maggie DeversTimeline Quinn Holm I wrote Spring in WinterI wrote Winter in Summerand Fall somewhere in betweenthe changing weather
The nature in me has its own seasonsI’m not afraid of being forgottenfor my being needs no outside opinionsThings used-to-be and mistakenno longer have a place in my present Long gone was their influence on my emotions I’m now loved and nurtured, every moment
The universe in me creates its own timelineThe inner reservoir in this child’s eyesmasters the healing and grows with pride as my inner light shines through the nightthings soon-to-be have now been realised The hopes and dreams will soon be revivedin this serene world of my own divinebecause it is the life of my own design.
(Outro)When you lose what needs to be lostIt is actually a gainYou will see right through that painThat once paralysed your mind With the now blazing self-respect Reflected in those eyes.
The nature in me has its own seasonsI’m not afraid of being forgottenfor my being needs no outside opinionsThings used-to-be and mistakenno longer have a place in my present Long gone was their influence on my emotions I’m now loved and nurtured, every moment
The universe in me creates its own timelineThe inner reservoir in this child’s eyesmasters the healing and grows with pride as my inner light shines through the nightthings soon-to-be have now been realised The hopes and dreams will soon be revivedin this serene world of my own divinebecause it is the life of my own design.
(Outro)When you lose what needs to be lostIt is actually a gainYou will see right through that painThat once paralysed your mind With the now blazing self-respect Reflected in those eyes.
More from Quinn Holm ↓
- @quinnholm.muse and @gratusgarden on Instagram
- Quinn Holm on Substack
Mentioned in this episode:
Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
🖋️ Read My Newsletter: Free Flow 🖋️