Treasure Island

Coreena Lindquist

(June 7th 1984 / Handford Cali)

What is life?


What is life?
Without someone who cares,
Without the overloading emotions,
Without love,
What is life?

What is life?
When you choose a path,
And get ridiculed because of your choice,
Or treated like your nothing,
What is life?

What is life?
When all the pain inside,
Just won’t go away,
And you’re scared to fight the night,
What is life?

What is life?
We are all suppose to be happy,
Living the lives we want,
But how do we get it?
What is life?

What is life?
I ask this question,
I wonder will I ever know
The life that I’m meant to live,
What is life?

What is life?
Help me find the light,
Help me to understand it,
I ask again,
What is life?

Submitted: Wednesday, November 18, 2009

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