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Change in life, our choice to live or die within A soul's burning desire for completeness Sometimes we can lose sight easily A surrender to society wicked ways In us all the same, heart beats life A child instituted beneath the soul Hidden from the world they live Beating, my life vein throbs existence Only in ourselves can we make the world Only in oneself do we live a world befeallan to us Where is it I love deeply in depths of my being How to love except we ourselves are love It is there in the depths of darkness soul emerges Where people walk the same dreams they fight To look deep in the soul, to perfect perfection is change What is it we live but do not enjoy the inspiration A crossroads of time's distance travel You stop and smell the flowers A time, a break from realities truth The meaning of life, who are we Is there purpose or just to live and die What is it we see a better life for the future Where is it we see our children, our faith, our hope Our destiny, becoming of life For what is a man that he does not live His journey be only vain, unreal To conquer is to achieve initiative Wages of life break even the strongest What is it about love so strong Essence of her fragrance alone is love itself Beauty of the beast, to love is to be devoured The spirit speak, there I soar I come fast I roll hard Chances and choices be made I not here to condemn the world but it be saved Tho I walk the shadows of life its darkness Who I am is strong and will mind My souls dying thirst for life I breathe Unbroken I fail to fall to my knees Unbroken I dare to fold under the earth I will not die that which I become But believe light shows heart I should love even in dark

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