Living
Living is a light, shining like the stars
Living is finally finding out who you are
Living can hurt, living is pain
But in return, living gives you much to gain
We live in a world where living is an art
Living is higher than the highest mark
We live here, in the world unknown
The world that we recognize as our home
Is this truly our home,
or there a light for us to find?
I'm sure you'll find out,
when it comes your time...
This poem is about:
Our world