What's in the ring?
It seems I get a lot of questioning
I find myself answering, saying the same thing
Like a broken record playing
Only to find out different audience asking and listening.
To each one, a ring has its meaning
But mine is momentous and very special ring
Worn half of the years I'm living
My refuge when I'm yearning.
Hey! What’s that ring that you’re wearing?
Well, I’m just thinking
Maybe it’s time for me to be asking
A thing that I don’t really like doing.
I think I’m one of them always flowing
The constant that’s always changing.
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