It has always been about making decisions, isn’t it? From the day we took our first breath, till the day we close our eyes and never have them opened again...
The choices… the decisions.
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If time is the quintessence of life,
Oh why do we let it slip by purposelessly?
If time is the yardstick of our existence,
Oh why do we dream of dreams that are meaningless?
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Friendships are a gift.
So please, cherish it.
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For eternity and eternity… from everlasting to everlasting.
Even though I’ve turned my back on you, you never left me.
Even when I disobeyed and did as I pleased, you said ‘it is okay, it is alright.’
For who am I to be deserving?
For who am I to be worthy?
The choices… the decisions.
--
If time is the quintessence of life,
Oh why do we let it slip by purposelessly?
If time is the yardstick of our existence,
Oh why do we dream of dreams that are meaningless?
--
Friendships are a gift.
So please, cherish it.
--
For eternity and eternity… from everlasting to everlasting.
Even though I’ve turned my back on you, you never left me.
Even when I disobeyed and did as I pleased, you said ‘it is okay, it is alright.’
For who am I to be deserving?
For who am I to be worthy?
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