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Life is fleeting
It gives a beating
To travel a path that is well worn
We stumble and fall; at times reborn
Tattered and broken we mostly stay
Awaiting just that special day
Tired, so tired, cannot go anymore
Hoping for an open door
But none comes to me these days
Thus my heart deeply prays
Please give me strength; the will to live
Please, I ask, oh please please give
Build in me a will that’s true
To make you proud, I hope to do
Desperation is no more
In you I’ve found an open door