What would you do today if you didn't have tomorrow to live?
Life isn't someone else's to take or give.
Who can take life's precious hand,
and count it as nothing, like beach sand?
It is the master design,
at one time long ago, life came first as a sign.
Life is creation's zenith,
how dare it be messed with?
Into man's lungs was breathed the very breath of life.
Who dare snuff it out as one would a candle?
From whence comes such anger and strife?
Who dare take life in their own hands and so roughly handle?
Oh! How precious it is, this thing we call life.
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