To Every

To every time 

There is a déjà vu 

To every version of mine 

There is a past, another who

To every person 

There is a fault 

To every vibrant rose blooming in the sun 

There is thorn by default

To every day 

There if a night 

There is a way 

To every one to find light 

To every happy ending 

There is a someone who’s bad 

There is an absolute mending 

To every situation gone sad

To every lock 

There is a key, a settle 

There is a dock 

Growing Beside every nettle