| Sunshine is creeping in and somewhere in a field a life begins,
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| An egg too proud to rape the beginning of a shape of things to come,
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| That starts the run, life has begun, fly fast the gun.
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| The Mother flew too late and life within the egg was left to fate,
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| not really knowing how the world outside would take it when it came,
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| and life’s the same for things we aim, are we to blame?
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| Don’t doubt the fact that there’s life within you,
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| yesterday’s endings will tomorrow’s life give you,
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| all that dies, dies for a reason,
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| to put its strength into the Season,
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| Survival, Survival,
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| They take away as we give,
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| The livings right to live,
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| the livings right to know.
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| The egg breaks all is out, the crawling bird begins to scream and shout,
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| Where is the parent bird, a loneliness arose and heard its name-
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| ring in for life begins, survival win, survivals sin.
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| So soon the evening comes with it runs the aching
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| fear of hate could Someone still remain who thinks he
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| still could gain by escaping fate? |
| it’s much too late,
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| don’t underrate, appreciate.
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| And we’re all going
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| And we’re all going
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| And we’re all going somewhere! |