It's Spring now, almost Easter
And we never got snow.
It wasn't what we'd hoped,
But it's time to move on.
Whatever we thought the months would bring,
Whatever we dreamed would occur,
Whatever we felt in our heart would transpire,
Now it's time to move on.
Moving on--leaving it behind,
So many memories, so many hopes
And dreams seemingly unfulfilled.
But it's time to move on.
There will be those who do not
Understand, there will be those
Who assumed naught would change,
Yet it's time to move on.
The New Season is upon us,
And though I pine for times
With sleds and snow, I know
It's time to move on.
It's time, it's time,
It's time to move onward.
It's time, it's time,
To leave the past behind.
What was and is are different now
And what will be is a beckoning call;
Resolving to don Courage,
It's time to move on.
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