It all goes like a race, for the winners are yet to emerge.
Like a flower that grows and in the end fades away,
so is life as it goes away...
A faithful servant that yields to both the master and His tame.
Sometimes you'll rise but mostly you must pay the price.
It's the reason why we mourn for our loved ones on their demise...
Seeking for the best we always do strive,
while life itself lies in us as we go on alive.
That's the way it has been, and so it will always be.
For not all should stay, but some must flee.
It maybe yours today and others tomorrow...
So whatever you do, note that your life isn't yours,
but was borrowed...
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