It’s Called Life...
Everything happens for a reason,
Just like summer, winter, spring, everything has its own season.
The earth, the sun, the stars and the sky,
Every living thing has its own way of getting by.
The world is a cycle,
Just like papers and bottles getting recycled
You have to experience sadness to know what happiness is,
In order to receive at some point you must learn how to give.
A chain reaction, that is the best way I can put it,
It is either you are against or you are with it.
Life is whatever you make it,
Just like a loaf of bread it is your duty to bake it.
It is you whom determine your destiny
Your choice, your dreams, your hope
The consequences are yours; it is you who has to cope.
Life is a cycle, seasons for different reasons,
Some of which at times I barely understand,
But the beauty of life is to know exactly where the I stand.
I always try to make the best of it,
Allowing Jah to take care of the rest of it.
Seeing that this life is getting so advanced
People trying to captivate the mind but still I take my chance
An open mind is what I do have, it keeps me awake.
So I’ll know exactly what to do if life ever throws me an earthquake
It’s called life…..