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Created on: September 27, 2008
Life is for the Living
It's not the dying I am afraid of
It's the living
Facing each new day
I'm met with pain
I close my eyes
To sleep away the day
Only to wake to
Nothing changed
Stuck in this cycle
Trapped and suffering
Knowing I am not where I should be
Not knowing where I need to be
Why do I feel this way?
I know the truth in my mind
It's getting it to my heart
That's getting lost in translation
I have so much to be thankful for
So much to live for
I am here for a reason
Why can't I see that?
It should be so plain to see
But not for me
I feel alone
Surrounded by "friends"
The effort is not worth the pain
So much invested, so much lost
Taken advantage of
Has become the norm
Life hits hard
But my strength is from a heavenly source
Why can't I remember that?
I see a problem as my problem
Mine alone
Reality is lost on me
I am the source of my own pain
Everyday seems the same
Life doesn't seem the effort
If dying is gain
Why live?
That's the question I am faced with
I know the answer better
Than the back of my own hand
But that translation thing is where I get stuck
I need a new outlook on life
Lets add up the reasons
Life is made for living
So why not live?
But live with out losing site of
Why we're here
God has not forsaken us
But rather saved us
But what about the others?
If no one's here to tell them
They are lost for good
Life is a gift
It is a blessing straight from God
Each day is a miracle
And you have been selected as a witness
How could I have missed the mark so badly?
How could I have ever felt this way?
Life is for the living
And I am alive in Christ
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