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Well for one thing,they said it'd never be done,
Due to all those little things..attributes in life we shun,
Now we're throwing our stones at a white glass moon,
I'm living my life the same way every day,that very same tune.

Those little things,life gives in it's own little gift,
We take our best shots,hit after hit.
We're sloping down even lower than I thought this world could get,
The path we're walking on is no longer lit,

So we stumble in the darkness,we try to find our way,
Brushing it off our shoulders,we'll do it some other day.
Until we find,there's no more useless time,
Not a minutes to spare,not a minute to waste.

The flowering of life,just what could it be?
Is it love?Compassion?Something from my family?
Will we ever know,what our lives really mean?
No,we're not that smart.Not a human that keen.

I hear that you know,your purpose in life,
Well I have you know,I'm here for struggle and strife.
I know for a fact,you're trying your best
But boy,you can't pass this test.