I pick each day like a purse full of gold coins I sometimes forget how lucky I am to wake up alive But sure it is more blessing than can be imagined To just open eyes to daylight A brand new chance to do better than yesterday I may never change the past and the things that hurt me But I can change the things to come by my choices I can still choose who I will be when I close my eyes and can't open them When the future is no longer important for me but the past You wonder why I work so hard looking at my last act Why every minute seems to paint a heart that would look excellent posthumous I hope to live every minute as real as I can I true congruence with what my heart believes It is the hardest thing to do but nothing feels better Life is a chance to be happy and to please my soul more than anything But it only matters if all I do does not make my soul satisfied Worshipping God would be a dishonest act if it does not make me truly happy Tearing from my truth would be an act of di
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