If life is not worth living,
then why are we still here?
From lifeanddeath we're hiding,
underneath our
fear.
And if life is not worth undertaking,
then why do we still care?
Forgetting almost everything,
air.
and tossing it in the
And if life cannot be comp lete,
then why do I feelthisway?
about all the times we'll meet.
and all the words we'll say.
And if I was put on this
earth,
was it to be nexttoyou?
The fire inside,
brought up from birth,
tell me, can you see it too?
But if it was all coincidence,
then why should it happen to me?
May I say, if it's not pretense,
then clearly, i can't see?
If it takes a heart to find a heart,
would you let it die?
Would you save me, or do your part,
If I fell down tonight?
© 2010 The Still Air
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