To be alive till done

Your robin came in seeking you
He hopped inside the house
He came into the living room
Looking for my spouse

He went back to the kitchen
He cast me a sharp look
I’ve never seen him here again
Nor in a history book

So much happens in one day
What shall we recall
The smiles of little babies
The bullets in the wall?

Years pass by and we don’t know
We’re not on a plateau
We are walking down a hill
So let your feelings show

When we’re gone, what will remain
Our words and those we knew
The robin boldly watching
I wonder where are you?

The world was never made for us
We were all made one
The purpose of our living is
To be alive till done

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