In a world so cruel I question the purpose of life Why do we endure and carry out through the strife Is our life merely what we think it is Or does each soul make of pain a lawfully wedded wife? With all the money in the world none can purchase the beauty of happiness But with all the sorrow at hand, we still possess all the happiness we have ever known If victory is different to all, then why is it uncommonly known? The impartation of one's knowledge to another ceases to decrease, yet we hold on to what we have without hopes of increase With a mind so bruised and a heart so gullible Is there really a life or is death it's crucible? If we strive to be like the one who conquered all, why are we afraid to break down the wall... of fear Created in our minds to reduce our God's design We doubt our abilities and lose our faith in time While in possession of the conquer we still fear the early conquers Lacking the ability to face reality If we do not live His purpose then our lives will lack past our surface He who created it all had given a power to you Live the purpose to realize the futility of the earth Our lives are given a purpose but we live trying to find our own
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