In a life, we have many phases.
Every phase features a different face.
First, your mom,
Next, your friend,
Then comes someone,
Known as fiend.

The phase keeps changing,
But you never do.
Your heart keeps breaking,
Sometimes you do too.

One features your broken heart,
Teenage, it's generally named.
On the roll, like a shopping cart,
It picks up things, for if it to be tamed.

In all this hassle, you still learn somethings new,
From a person or a book..
There are far too many options, never just a few.

It's time to appreciate your lives,
God created you for a cause.
You might drown yourselves in lies..
You can't escape God's laws.

So, tell me dear human being,
What right do you own—
To stop your heart from beating?
To get His plans blown?

For all the reasons in the world,
For all the love that has ever been,
We Love Our Lives,
Don't We?

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(20th September 2017)

©AmyParkins