Time
With life, comes death. What is my purpose?
With my first breath i'm dying. Every minute and second.
With life comes death, thats my only garauntee. Every breath I take theres a moment lost.
That time never to return.
With life comes death. What is my purpose?
I love ,cry. One day I will die. Never to return.
With life comes death. What is my purpose.
T o hear a loved one talk, to take a brisk walk. Food on your plate, ach in your heart.
We have good times and the bad. Love so strong you could burst. Pain so hard you want to
scream.
In life we face our obstacles. In time.
Copyright © Yasmin Ilahi | Year Posted 2009
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