yes, life
is a gift we must hold
close to our hearts
we will grow up, and grow old and someday, die
it's inevitable
but it's a gift
not a curse, a precious gift

because we get to cherish everyday
the people who give meaning to our lives
the people who have shaped us, changed us

we get to create memories
etch meaning in our memories
we get to hold deep in our hearts
the loved ones who have left us

we get to dream
we get to chase our dreams
chase them into dazzling oblivion
because someday we'll look back at our dreams
and wonder where they went