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Everyday I live a bit longer

Everyday though I get stonger

I know each day I die a little more

I age, I fade into the past and future

Present is the only place to be

Seeking out the light not darkness in which I know we’ll drown

And lose ourselves forever

I know this is so very hard to take

I know this is not a thing to fake

I rise up in the wake of oblivion

I wake up in the face of salvation

And I join in my own celebration

Of spiritual life.