Countless on this world,
In human and animals,
I'm lent to souls,
Extremely tight they hold,
Because I'm precious,
Even if scattered like ashes.
I've befriended love,
An amazing bonding glue.
Now she's slowly fading,
As I'm snatched away.
Separated from the innocents,
To that one place I'm home.
To the fullest should you live,
Wonderful shall you be,
Grateful must you feel,
Cool you choose to stay.
Still, a part of me happy,
Others sad or lonely.
Because that's me. That's LIFE.
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