Days go by like a summer breeze,life passes us by so fast.
Everyday like each breath of air.
What we have we dont see, we just strive for more the material life.
Its a simple task just live life as it goes, with what you have.
Good may come your way, live for today.
But we live for tomarrow, but tomarrows already gone.
Each day goes by like one breath at a time.
Us not seeing what weve left behind.
Our kids grown and gone, not knowing were our babies went.
Then we grow old with no memories to share.
We choose not to live for today and let our lives slip away.
As if each day was one breath of air
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