Watered
Life can flow,
Life can stop,
But don't you dare waste one drop,
For Life is Precious,
And Life is Blessed,
If you just end it you're guaranteed to be missed,
Life is like water,
Life is like rain,
It can be soft or full of pain,
And as you flow down this creek,
Through every bend and every week,
Remember the ones who decided to stop,
And how they decided to waste just one drop,
Life is Precious,
Life is Great,
And it will all go smoothly,
Just you wait.
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