Round and round,
in life we are bound,
no way to escape,
no worth of this circle.
Trapped in time,
with all ingredients to rise,
its always your call to make it,
either wholesome or worthwhile.
Wholesome if you focus on yourself,
worthwhile if you give it to someone else,
the joy that is to be a blessing,
is never compatible to gossip or bitching.
Be the one, the 'someone',
'Someone' somebody longed for,
not a prince in a shining armor,
but the hand that reacheth out.
Stingy? will never know what this is,
this is what, is worth more than treasure,
something neither wealth can afford,
coz this is something beyond measure.
Be the meaning in a remote meaningless life,
to meet its wishes,
you cannot fulfill yours, it keeps changing,
fill the other life you have,
nothing is better than to give.
though you may be the only one,
give it a shot to help the meaningless life,
i guess you never know the beauty in the dust,
not until the dust is blown away.
There's always a first time,
maybe you'll start it,
the Father has already given,
you step on towards him.
He traded heaven for you,
to have you back into light,
this is all you can offer,
yourself as a living sacrifice,
you can always be what you never had,
"A Meaning In A Life Meaningless".
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