A path, winding with no view of the end,
On that path, men travel falling and rising
Life, a thread of unclear sights
Through our lenses, we see nothing but the unknown
Hazier it looks as we approach the end
Life is a flow of busi-ness for nothing
But giving up is not an option
For Life, it must be lived
We face Life when it seems to be against us
And we go through the tunnels of pain
But the breezy shores of joy do not miss our footsteps
Life is Life when you live it well
When you live it, Live it to the full
For as Life begins, it will end
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