Each Nothing Is Always Something

Each nothing is always something And so it is always doing It gives you the thought that it'll bring Without needing further proving What truth is to live in right? Or mountains are made from stones Every bird has its wings for its flight And each tongue its own kind of tones That love can from love all grow Is yet another to think more about And if you feel that you this already know Then don't hesitate or be in a doubt Show courage and never its fear How all such things should be coming along Because though some thoughts are further than near Your heart is always in a love to long Welcome every seeing that will find Where summer is coming in young spring And leaving the winter ways behind For new heart to begin again to sing Where milestones are raising the fills In sightseeing joys and in their giving Where blossoms shall come on the hills Where love and the rightful are living And tongues of hate will be worthless voice In the joyfully breezy on blowing For broken are those worthless decoys That nowhere was always going And now there is dream to a dream to fly On to tickling the new leaves And opening up the sunshine sky For love has had enough of winter grieves