a speck in time
people always preach
the world will keep spinning regardless of what's happened
as cheesy as it is, it's true in a way
see, it doesn't matter if you're happy or utterly miserable
if you're enjoying life or wishing it would end already
if you're flying over an exciting new country or buried six feet below
the sun will rise and set with or without you
because in the end, our lives here are a speck in time
we must choose to take advantage and be great or sit in the shadows of others
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