As each days passes,
As each day goes by,
All I can wonder is,
Who am I.
I ponder and think,
Till deep sleep I will sink,
And I dream of the day,
When this all goes away.
When I wont have to worry,
About any small thing,
Where I feel free,
And my heart it can sing.
Where my mind isnt cluttered,
with the life I should live,
but instead I can saver,
this love I should give.
The love for the lost,
And the love for the living,
No matter the meaning,
My choice is the giving.
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