How will our life Story unfold?
Most folks are dying to know.
How will we be remembered?
When our last days are no more.
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We plan and map our futures
As if we have such great power.
We buy the self-made myths
We know not the day nor hour.
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Some hang it up and retire
To live out their days in ease.
Yet, we have a greater Purpose
Not just to speak as we please.
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Injustice reigns. Unseen cry out.
Privilege looks down on high.
Easy to stay silent, look away
Than to face evil in the eye.
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Each day, we decide how
Our Book of Life will be told.
Not by words, but by actions.
Moral stands, remembered as
Bold.