Life, like the sweet smell of spring flowers for some
But then for others it turns it's back
A journey of God's precious moments
But what about all the rest?
Loss, hatred, screams and disaster
Crying out for help, never getting any
Once you think you're one step ahead
You're two behind
They say life's too precious to waste
But if there's nothing precious in life
How could it be so cherished?
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