We live, we die,
We learn how to cry.
For pain, for love,
Or for all the above.
In truth our tears,
Are not out of fear.
But because of lost time,
To say what's on our minds.
To be stuck with "what if?"
Because you felt stiff,
And not had the balls,
To go risk it all.
So one must feel brave,
To not take regrets to your grave.
And seize the day,
To keep sorrow at bay!
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