Life is given and lost so easily;
very few know of its reasoning,
and very few know its value.
Some don't take life because they believe in the Trinity.
Some want to because their hearts are slowly freezing,
the cold darkness invading their souls.
Time slows and is burnt away;
like a tapping on the door that never ceases,
our hearts beat away, never-ending.
A crow knows why it caws,
a raven knows how to eat,
but yet we can't know why we live.
We waste our lives believing in a fairytale,
thinking that we are forever alone-
yet you see aggregations of people
hoarding around and clustering together as we ignore the others.
Just by saying one word,
we could save a life.
One word, four letters, one syllable:
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