We don’t know how but somehow we’re here and the memories are made from the moment we open our eyes.
We scramble for a path, a truth to soothe the void inside of us
We inhale, we exhale and we know this is real.
As the waters flow endlessly and as the winds blow into a melody
We find ourselves in the highs and lows, still holding on to the hope of a spark and a tomorrow laced with mind peace  
But life is short, so we must live now or never. 

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