Tuesday Wants To Know Why We Are Alive

A much more serious question than you imagine, when you consider that yesterday two people could have died in a horrible twist of fate. Yet, one woman died, and by some occurrence, I live.

Now I'm not a man
and I don't feel love
And I don't see anything
coming down from above
But this world spins slowly
and I see a light
Rising up from behind the horizon
up into the clear black sky
But I don't see you in my line of sight
In fact I can't remember why we are alive

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