Better to Live
“Better to Live”
A few years ago, I was at the top of the world.
Friends all around me and a beautiful girl.
But something went missing. I was losing my ground.
I was stuck in a rut. There was no way around it.
Up until then, I hadn’t asked “why?”
I didn’t have a reason for being alive.
I went to my Father. I asked all my friends.
I went to the mountain and finally said…
It’s better to live and figure out life.
Better to take a chance at getting it right.
Better to try – to keep on moving.
How can you fail when you’re finished with losing?
It’s better to live.
The sun on my shoulders, my mother’s embrace,
A crackling fire, the wind in my face.
Feeding the hungry and looking for truth.
Loving my neighbors, educating the youth.
The beauty of existence is a state of mind.
I believe it was persistence that saved my life.
The secret to living is waking up
And using optimism to fill your cup.
It’s better to live.
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