here I sit
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Here I sit
and wonder why.
Why am I here?
Is it just to die?
Or is there a reason
For this crazy world?
A reason to be here
to spin and to twirl?
There actually is.
It's just for him.
The creator.
The master.
The reason to live.
To praise him.
To share him.
To sing and to give.
So there is your reason,
There is your why,
Why You should live
And why you dont have to die.
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