Life is. . .
Sweeet.Happy.
Suffering.
And Pain fiilled with Tears.
What we make our life
Is determined by our Hand.
You see,
We are it's Creators.
We build it by painting it. . .
With each stroke of our experiences.
So, friends
What story does your life tell?
Are your "Footprints,"
Big or small?
Your Life is yours to paint.
Hence,
Make it become like a Star
Than shines brighlty in Heav'n above.
For
Each dream we live
Will shine bright or die. . .
Depending
Upon the Choices we make.
dragonheart1
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