What's the Point of Fearing Death
Think about what steals your breath
What's the point of fearing death
When Life's the one that steals your breath
Takes children's souls
As time rolls on
Cajoling all to buy in
Win your version of happy home
the struggles real, but not alone
Its just about your mental zone
What's the point of fearing death
When life's the one that steals your breath
Takes hunched backed elders
To memories of youth for shelter
Helpers to a life well lived
Given all rewards of work
Everything's a recipe, not just used to cook
Took a leaf out of others books, but to prove its not mistook
What's the point of fearing death
When life's the one that steals your breath
Takes your breath
Leaves the rest
Theft of outward beauty
Replaced with inwards sense of duty
To say in the end, life knew me
Only on occasion, it threw me
What's the point of fearing death
When life's the one that steals your breath
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