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You spare a line of thought
To rule your whole life.
No matter what comes along
You never change it, and you move on

You decide you will be sad
And even in the brightest day
You demand a tear to fall
And go "my life makes no sense at all"

And then it hits you.
Strikes you like thunder.
And you review the life you lead
Where and when did it stop making sense?

You cry over a broken heart
(Yes, i'm only human)
You neglect the air you breathe
(Well, it's there, no matter what!)

Until, of course, you contemplate death
You see it with your eyes
You experience fear
And then cry, thankful because you live.

Do you believe in God?
He gives me signs, that's how i feel Him
He chose me to live
He chose me to see this world

I try to be strong. For you.
I'll always be here
And i fight for you. For me. For all.
My life makes all the sense in the world.

Because i am alive
Because i need not to find the meaning of my life
Because, after all, i am the meaning
publicado por JayneMars às 15:03

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