The only thing that really matters

Life is fast moving and never stopping,

all follow the flow that She dictates.

She controls time,

She controls death,

She controls you.

She is the all consuming fire of pain and neverending work.

 

When we finally stop,

Midst the rush of people and their lives,

We smell the roses,

We watch grass grow,

We watch the body and its wonders.

 

We admire Her,

Admire Him.

The one who created it all,

Based on the love for all.

We fall on our faces and cry,

For we've been wasting ourselves away, 

For the riches of Life;

When we could have been truly living,

For the only thing that really matters,

Faith.

 

We watch as one destroys another,

Just to promote himself.

We cry as we watch the world fall to pieces,

Everyone celebrating the superficial.

But we celebrate Life,

While others abhore Her.

For we have found Love.

The only thing that really matters.

 

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