The gift of life granted to many
But cherished by so very few
And only when this gift is threatened
Do we appreciate it’s value
I go through life with this possession
Consumed with sadness and depression
Focus on all that is mundane
And slowly, surely, I go insane
But when life hung upon a thread
And I brought demons to my bed
Oh I brought demons to my bed
I fight with fury to survive
Give my right arm to stay live
Give my arm to stay alive
But just how quickly I forget
And once I feel regret
I fall back into old routines
I let my life tear at the seams
And once again the reaper knocks
He’s gently playing with my locks
Whispers directions for a path
That leads through the valley of death
And once again I turn and run
Because my life had just begun
Because my life had just begun
How could I ever wish for death?
I cling with force to my last breath
I cling with force to my last breath

I long for things to reminisce
My first and last most precious kiss
Mountains to climb, oceans to cross
And put my footprint on the freshest moss
Life is a privilege to treasure
To value fully without measure
And if you truly value yours
Then value other life, value it of course.
Life’s one to keep, what will you give?
What’s life without the will to live?
What’s life without the will to live?
How close will you live to the edge?
How will you use your privilege?
How will you spend your privilege?