Endless searching

There I was standing tall; looking over the world

My heart was heavy, my body was free

I saw everything I had spent my life searching for

The meaning of life

This is why we pass away because this is why we were sent here

When you think you are a mistake, When you thought you were a misfit;

You're doing your job here feeling the things you feel

If you leave now, you'll never find it

All your hard work, skinned knees and heartaches will go to nothing

Please don't let go my dear

Hold tighter; listen to my voice. Follow it

Let me guide you

I want to reassure you that all the pain was worth it

When no one else will love you; I will care for your beautifully, empty, gray soul

It's the meaning of life

 

 

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