Why Am I Here
Why am I here beneath the stars,
So small, yet bound to heaven’s bars?
I did not choose the breath I breathe,
Nor dreams that come when I must sleep.
The wind that bends the fragile tree,
Has whispered questions back to me.
Is it for love that I was made,
To walk through sunlight, bloom, then fade?
Perhaps my fate is but a song,
To comfort hearts that ache too long.
Or just a spark, a fleeting flame,
That warms the dark and leaves no name.
Yet still I feel, through nights held dear,
The hidden hand that placed me here—
And though I may not know the why,
I’ll shine my gift before I die.
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