We live for what we have,

We live with what we’ve got,

We live through all our troubles,

We live no matter what.

Till that day of sorrow,

Till all comes to a pause,

Then all we see is darkness

And wonder what once was.

Then it is too late to care

You’ve died without a clue.

So what you do now that you live,

Well, that is up to you.

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