Living To Die
You do what you do day after day
going through life without much of a say.
You take care of yourself and press to move on
before you know it another day's gone.
Are you dying to live or living to die?
Doing your best or what's right to the eye?
I keep pressing on each day I awake
waiting for my turn, me God will take.
Waiting to go to my home in the sky
all of this time I'm living to die.
Copyright © Monica Vance | Year Posted 2008
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