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Hearts filled with holes and gashes.
Our headstones lined with dates and dashes.
To all of us a right of passage only masked by the end.
What is a friend?
What do we count on? 
A piece of paper and pen, our hands, the clock, 
watching the sun drift across the sky
Wishing this minute, hour, day would end!
But to what end? 
The last breath until eternal shut eye?
We have one life, there is no living only once; 
We live every day.
We die once upon a time life isn’t sweet.
We will never live in that nursery rhyme!
Not a movie no white picket fence.
We have to build it all ourselves; for what?
Only to give it away, to someone’s else,
Hopefully ours!
Hope that it doesn’t get taken away!
The collector will come live or dead.
There is no reason to fear or to dread;
For what?
Soon; one day, we will all be dead.
Shake the thought, but keep it in mind’s eye;
In the back of your head.
Soon the light go out for all of us, don’t dwell;  
For what?
Life is grand, spectacular, all is swell.
We all experience heaven, we all go through
The depths of hell.
Life is what we made it until the day we fell.
Does your spirit fly free? Do you believe? 
For what?
What are you here for;  what mark will you Leave?
How long is the line between your dates?
What was it all for?
Did you do what you could?
Did you do everything you wish you would?
For what?
That time has come to be laid in your grave;
Stone set in place.
Soil settled days, months, years gone by!
For what?
Live and be free you will be on your knees dwell;
For what?
Life is grand, spectacular, all is swell.
We all experience heaven, we all go through 
The depths of hell.
Life is what we made it until the day we fell.
Does your spirit fly free? Do you believe?
For what?
What are you here for; what mark will you leave?
How long is the line between your dates?
What was it all for?
Did you do what you could?
Did you do everything you wish you would?
For what?
That time has come to be laid in your grave;
Stone set in place.
Soil settled days, months, years gone by!
For what?
Live and be free you will be on your knees
Begging for mercy, pleading more time
Please, please.
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