True Purpose
When I breathe my last dying breath,
When my heart sounds its final beat,
When on the doorstep of death;
I will not be in defeat.
No regret shall cloud my mind,
What's the point? to dwell on such things.
In my heart deepest you'll find
Will be life, and all that it brings.
'Tis the sunshine, the rain, and the snow,
Not the money and things to be sold,
That brings purpose the work that we sow.
To me, they're worth more than gold.
Material things are nothing compared
To the bright stars up above,
Or the smiles and laughs that are shared
Among the people we love.
So live each day as your last,
(Who knows? It might be)
And when your time has passed,
You can die happily.
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