The Gift of Life

The gift of life, or the crime of death
To be measured by one perpetual breath

If in the life we've not tried to succeed,
Then in the death we may not be freed

When suddenly a heart beats out of time
In a second or two
We may face the crime

If we fail to try
Yet try to succeed
We are deprived in our mind
Of that winning need

The gift of life
Gives us more each day
But through the crime of death
Things are taken away

A death may come
By chance or choice
A birth may bring
A single voice

An Ill-mannered dispute
Over what could be done
Compared to a conversation
Which would rather be won

When carrying a mind
Full of doubt and despair
Lift your head up
Find a friend out there.