Life, like a mist
One minute you're born,
Next minute you're worn.
One minute you're there,
Next minute you're dead.
One minute you're laughing,
Next minute they're crying.
You have a time of your life,
Next minute its the last of your life.
You praise God for the day,
Next minute they are praying u don't get dead.
It feels good to be alive,
Next they are wishing you were alive.
You touch hearts of the living,
Next u leave a wound to the living.
Life.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
Life, like a mist
One minute you're born,
Next minute you're worn.
One minute you're there,
Next minute you're dead.
One minute you're laughing,
Next minute they're crying.
You have a time of your life,
Next minute its the last of your life.
You praise God for the day,
Next minute they are praying u don't get dead.
It feels good to be alive,
Next they are wishing you were alive.
You touch hearts of the living,
Next u leave a wound to the living.
Life.
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