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I saw a grown man cry the other day. I'd say he was about 70 years old, and stood proud like any man would. He was pale and his hair was nearly gone, all that was left were the strands of gray hair. Names were read, and I watched him. The candle wax dripped from the top of the candle as if it were crying hot wax. And I looked at his eyes, and he started to cry. And as the wax hit my skin, I began to cry. Because for one short second I felt just a minor fraction of the pain that man did. I watched him for a while. Never did he fall short, or swallow his pride. He just stood, watched, listened, and cried. Like any man would in his position.
And as we sang our song, I looked to the sky and saw the flag; hanging ever so proudly from the ladder of a fire truck. And the sky was clear and the weather was perfect. And I prayed that some how, some way I could be sure. Some how if there was an answer to my question, I could find it. And with a gust of wind, I found you. I found faith in the calming breeze. As we sang our flag pushed its chest out in pride. As if it were some what proud to see we were all still standing. And as we stopped our singing. The wind stopped blowing. The flag stood still. And I know its only nature, I know its only the wind. And those whispers I can hear are no one's but mine. But I found some kind of faith. I have something to believe in now. And I don't know everything, I never will, but I have some type of answer to my questions.
And you could rip the ground from my feet, but I'll keep standing. And if you took away all of earth's sunshine, I'd find a way to shine. And if I wake up tomorrow blinded by darkness, I will see again.
You can take it all away, and I'll find away to live.
We can go to bed wondering "Will I wake up tomorrow?". We could leave our homes and wonder "Will I ever come back?".
Or we could wake up every morning and say "I'm still alive".
I may not be happy at every waking moment of my life, but I never want to miss a second of it. And as long as I am breathing. As long as I am alive. I'm going to live.
There is a difference between being alive and living. Every sunrise is the start of a brand new day, a brand new beginning. Wake up every morning with a positive though. You're still alive, and thats more than could be said by those who can no longer speak.
I have the rest of my life to alive. But who knows how long I have left to live.
Someday you'll see, there will be no tomorrow. But there is always a today.
And as we sang our song, I looked to the sky and saw the flag; hanging ever so proudly from the ladder of a fire truck. And the sky was clear and the weather was perfect. And I prayed that some how, some way I could be sure. Some how if there was an answer to my question, I could find it. And with a gust of wind, I found you. I found faith in the calming breeze. As we sang our flag pushed its chest out in pride. As if it were some what proud to see we were all still standing. And as we stopped our singing. The wind stopped blowing. The flag stood still. And I know its only nature, I know its only the wind. And those whispers I can hear are no one's but mine. But I found some kind of faith. I have something to believe in now. And I don't know everything, I never will, but I have some type of answer to my questions.
And you could rip the ground from my feet, but I'll keep standing. And if you took away all of earth's sunshine, I'd find a way to shine. And if I wake up tomorrow blinded by darkness, I will see again.
You can take it all away, and I'll find away to live.
We can go to bed wondering "Will I wake up tomorrow?". We could leave our homes and wonder "Will I ever come back?".
Or we could wake up every morning and say "I'm still alive".
I may not be happy at every waking moment of my life, but I never want to miss a second of it. And as long as I am breathing. As long as I am alive. I'm going to live.
There is a difference between being alive and living. Every sunrise is the start of a brand new day, a brand new beginning. Wake up every morning with a positive though. You're still alive, and thats more than could be said by those who can no longer speak.
I have the rest of my life to alive. But who knows how long I have left to live.
Someday you'll see, there will be no tomorrow. But there is always a today.