Vanity
Vanity upon vanity they say this life is.
So many years on earth and one goes yonder,
Vanity.
A beautiful flower and it blossom no more,
Vanity.
But is life worth living?
Hmm... Some said no, some said yes.
and silent I remain.
Like the flowing of a river, I seek,
Seek for the right answer to a question
as heart troubling and disturbing as this.
Like the many years it took to build
the temple of the Lord.
In those years I waited, patiently waiting.
Waiting for what? waiting for answers.
Then from no where she came forth,
an Angel I am sure she is but without wings
She came with the speed of lightning
and she engulfed my life.
...then the answer came.
It is not vanity when you have
someone to die for.
It is not vanity when you have
someone to die for you
It is not vanity when there is
someone to fight for
It is not vanity when there is
someone to fight for you.
It is not vanity when you sleep and you are
Rest assured that your heart is safe.
Although, so many years have I waited, but,
It is not vanity after all
'cause I have you.
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