Living and Dying
Living and dying is why we were born
Like smiling and crying at the birth of our dawn
The innocence of children it soon disappears
As we live out our lives born of our fears
We all are so different yet all just the same
Hiding our troubles whilst playing life's games
Some cannot stand it they make their own time
Shorter than ever knowing the crime
That the people who love them will suffer the most
Wondering why they did it left only with their ghosts
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