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I sit alone and wonder why we live we die.

What is the meaning of this life.

Is it to love.

Or to be loved.

To give not take.

To mend not brake.

To stand beside the promise’s

We make.

I hope that when I get to where im goin

That I wont be alone.

That there will be someone there

To walk me home.

How do we know when we have done it

All.

Is that when our fate they call?

Sitting here I’ve come to see that

This isn’t about just me.

We all feel this way some where in side

We all have someone

Who has died.

We all know every tear that we have cried.

I only hope that in the end it is justified.