A Reason to Live
I go to bed at night, and I wait for sleep.
I wonder what I've done in life, and what I will reap.
If I were to die write now, what would people think of me?
Would I be loved? Would I be missed? What would my life be?
I remember as a child, my mom would tell a story
About a little baby boy from heaven, who gave his life for me.
And I konw he was important, he had a reason to live.
His life had a purpose, he had something to give.
And as sleep comes near, in the darkness I see
That I live for him, because he died for me.
2007-01-05
10:26:47
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