When we were pushed out the womb, the angels sang a tune, that reached the ears of God

Proclaiming that this would be the day, that we begin our race, and the journey called life would start.

As we inhaled our first breath of life, we made a down payment on the price, that is charged for becoming a living soul

That can only be paid by death, an appointment that is kept, by all whether young or old.

The days of our lives that we will dwell upon the land, have a number like the grains of sand, in an hour glass that tells us the time

That we will spend upon this earth, to make our m...

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