Life is separated from death, but by a stroke of breath,
What are we all waiting for?
Why not try to find solace, in simple acts of grace,
What’s the reason we show kindness the door?
Like is separated from despise, by our choice to detest in spite,
Where is all this malice coming from?
Why not try to live in peace, and spread amity without cease,
What’s the reason we show love the door?
Greed is separated from noble, by the wealth we choose to
gobble,
What are we saving a fortune for?
Why not try and share, the bountiful that’s in our care,
What’s the reason we show generosity the door?
Fact is separated from a lie, but by choice, the actual we
defy,
Who is all this farce for?
Why not try the comfort, of choosing the simple truth,
What’s the reason we show honesty the door?
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