The Breeze of Life
The breeze of life just blows on by,
You can’t help but sit and cry,
You are about to die,
All because you let life slip you by,
You have missed your childhood,
You have missed your past,
You were sick all your life,
And now the breeze is passing,
So blow with the breeze,
Let your life go,
Sometimes we need a break,
And yours starts now,
Let life go,
Don’t worry
We can manage without you.
Copyright © Rae Stegall | Year Posted 2007
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