Dead Poets Breathe

Who would persuades me to live
If not ever by my own desire of self will
If not by my own awareness of this dear existence

Who would convince me to go on striving
          for a part to gain in this world
If not for what I love
If not for the call that is within my heart?

No one and nothing can help me
If the bud of beauty is meant to die shortly
           Oh, but is it?
No one and nothing is to be blamed
If you've ever tried to make your choice work
           So, ask yourself!

Hold well the little young spark of thy life
For the lonely journey is still there, long to strive
And through the way of terrible tempests, nightmares
           fights and struggles...
If these are how the way of living is meant to be
I must be sure there is ever glowing
           with heat of my soul that is loving

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