Life Is
For the fortunate
Life begins with love and pain
And so it continues
For those who walk a worthy path
Love and pain
Love and pain
Love and pain
Each ever increasing,
Building,
Combining
Through powerful struggle
To form precious art
Like that made from stained glass and fire
We can only hope
That our love
Can burn
So strong and so bright
That something beautiful remains
When we’re gone
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