Life
The sole thing I must,
The one thing I need,
The only I trust,
The single I breathe.
Life. Life. Life.
An ache within to thrive,
Without the privilege to take flight,
What is it to survive?
If I were to die today,
With no hope for tomorrow,
But lived life's full in yesterday,
I'd fade without a sorrow.
The gift I crave is life itself,
Where existence is no pull,
There's so much more that's to be had
With life lived to the full.
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