A Reason to Live
What’s the point of life,
when you’re going to die.
What’s the point of living a lie,
When there’s nothing to live for
I’ll tell you why
We live to make each day worth it.
We die so another soul can be born.
The point of life is to become
Something you weren’t before.
To live a life of gold
To let the world know
I have a reason to live
And I have a reason to die
My reason to live is to live my life to the fullest
My reason to die is to be born again
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