To feel as though one did exist,
To feel the mist when moods in shift,
To feel the heat of summer sun,
Laughter loads the heart succumbs,
To feel that frost, when flowers die,
To feel the pain of life passed by,
To feel the joy of beautiful songs,
And broken hearts, our loved ones gone,
To feel alone in the dead of night,
To feel as though you lost your fight,
To feel as though you did exist,
To feel at all, is life\'s great gift.