You never know what you have
Until you live without
That which you take for granted;
It fills you full of doubt.
Silenced by Death's calling,
And life's twisted mercy mind.
As you find yourself falling;
To horrors that make you wish you're blind.
Worries, fears, uncertainty;
Yet still the show goes on.
When one can't say their lines,
How does one sing their song?
When forced to dance and pantomime,
You make your way through life:
Remember- Death hasn't claimed you yet;
And rise above the strife.
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