#11 – what is my life, without your love?


What does it mean to be alive
I struggle to answer unpretentiously
Some say it is to be found in strife
Others say lounging on a beach next to the sea

She used to think, that you would be my wife
I used to think how lucky I would be
You became determined to prove us both wrong
So you smashed about this house and walked away from me

I laughed and I cried
Then I thought, this time
That the meaning is found in life
As long as you voluntarily go on this journey

Between the peaks and valleys
Above skies and beneath the seas
It’s the unchanging and will be there beyond and till
You have drank from its fountain and had your fill

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