To find our destination in life,
Is alot of strife.

Years and Years of searching,
Without sastisfying.

Going through life's motions.
Not showing our emotions.

So him upstairs just watches and waits.
To see what it takes.

For us to show some kind of pain,
Without knowing our strength we gain.

We make our own destination and choices.

We are given a choice of using our past for bitterness,
Or using our past for kindness.

We make our own DESTINATION.

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