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Life Is To Precious

Every day we are chosen To be awaken People misinterpret life They got it mistaken They forgot their purpose Didn't seek for the vision Held accountable for their doing Everything comes with a decision Its up to whether you decide Should you crawl Or just hide Afraid of this ride Inside your just going And sometimes it feels like There's no controlling Just unfolding the cloth Peeling a piece at a time So of the world Your soul is becoming blind Treating mankind so bad The world we are living in is beyond sad My heart goes out to all the lost souls They really are lost Everything comes with a price But at what cost What cost will it be? To live People are being cruel They are out here to kill This is real People dont understand We hold the power to our destiny In our own hands Life is precious ,yes it is Lets our raise our girls to be queens Our guys to be kings In the midst Of your battles Except the self esteem Life is precious ,yes it is Got to practice On how to forgive Life is precious Life is pure Life is also a cure A cure for healing, a cure for hope A cure for belief No matter how much you have to tote Fragile as a glass Life can past you by What do you do When the possibilities have exhausted You exist You dont dismiss The thought Of success You give your all And try your best That's all you can do Be who you are Remain true Lend a helping hand It could be you But its not You are blessed beyond measures Or have you forgot Order the steps Of the Lord And you can be on this earth Living according To his word Not acting off Of only what you've heard But what you believe You see with God we all can achieve This may come as a surprise ?? No need to Reject this Get it together Because life is to precious Written By:Concetta Hardnett 10/26/2015

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