To live
Living wanting to sleep
Or living wanting to die
Fighting to make a living
No one really knows why
At the end is it gone
Are we living for love
Its realy hard to know
Whats waiting above
I hope its all rest
that sounds so great
But pain is is the test
its not death
without pain
I would hold my breath
I pray to God
That he holds a place
For me to stay
At the end of my race
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