Unknown
If life is a series of moments,
it can be joy or it can be torment.
For what do we really seek?
The answer is only for the weak.
Stronger in our days we must grow,
Not tuck tail and run in our times of woe.
If love is blind then aren't we all,
Tis better to die than to exist at all.
For what good is this life to live alone?
Finally finding it all at the end of the road.
Our lives are an uncertainty and infinite unknown,
We can only control ourselves and what we know.
For life is love, a understanding of ourselves,
Cause I'd rather be with you, than with anyone else.
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