I lie here, as God intended to be,
for better or worse, shouldn't he judge me?

A chance of nature was how I was created,
but now that I'm here, should my life be debated?

The right of the living is my simple defense,
to play out my time regardless of consequence.

Perhaps a future of suffering, sorrow or pain,
or the joy and comfort where love remains.

But, whatever the reason of my earthly flight,
I come from the Father to claim that right.