As time goes by, I wonder why
I was put on this Earth.
I realise that I’m alive,
For the first time since my birth.
It's very clear that I am here,
Having been elsewhere before.
Now that I’m here and life is clear,
I wonder if I can do more.
Can I choose what to do?
Or is my choice being happy or blue?
While I’m here, the end could be near,
This life can be taken from me.
I think I know that life's a show
And but a phase of eternity.
So when I move on to beyond
And this life is but memory,
It can be said, I will have prayed
For all this memory to stay with me.
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