Life is more precious than Gold.
To be given the chance to live is a blessing, I've been told.
Not too long ago, I was wasting away all my talents and gifts.
They were fading every day.
Something happened to me that made me open my eyes.
I took a step back, a deep breath and I rewind.
I saw a destiny that shouldn't be mine.
I was mad at God this whole time.
But it wasn't God's fault, not even mine.
I realize this now, it took me years.
If you never give up in life, you will always win,
If you aren't perfect, even if you sin.
When you have hope you will always find your way.
I'm telling you this, listen to what I say.
When the night turns dark and the air turns cold,
remember, life is more precious than gold.
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