The fight for survival begins at birth
The fight for survival ends at death
The life we breathe is a fight for survival
In all these fights, we prove our worth

If there is an intelligence that guides our lives
If there is a power that seals our fate
If there is a secret that has all the answers
Now, is the time to open their gates

These are the gates of wisdom
These are the gates of confidence
These are the gates of our life's purpose
These are the gates of an unseen entrance

The entrance was made invisible
To open mankind's hidden eyes
This is a game that has lived through the ages
A game of nature, its own game of dice

We are all part of a bigger plan
For those who believe that He knows
For those whose creed is stymied by reluctance
In those beings does the game cast its shadows

These shadows of doubt arise in our heart
They are a result of a troubled mind
All it takes is a moment of trust
As miracles manifest in the realm of the benign

Miracles defy the laws of nature
They are magical in their own strange ways
A few of us are those zany creatures
Our leap of faith leave many amazed...

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