Monday, March 8, 2010

Every day is a journal page. Every man holds a quill and ink.
And there's plenty of room for writing in. All we do is believe and think.
So will you compose a curse or will today bring the blessing?
Fill the page with rhyming verse or some random sketching?

Teach us to count the days, teach us to make the days count.
Lead us in better ways that somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much... Life means so much... Life means so much.

Every day is a bank account and time is our currency.
So nobody's rich, nobody's poor; we get 24 hours each.
So how are you gonna spend? Will you invest or squander?
Try to get ahead or help someone who's under?

Teach us to count the days, teach us to make the days count.
Lead us in better ways that somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much... Life means so much... Life means so much.

Has anybody ever lived who knew the value of a life?
And don't you think giving is all that proves the worth of yours and mine.



Life means so much...

Teach us to count the days, teach us to make the days count.
Lead us in better ways that somehow our souls forgot.
Life means so much...

Every day is a gift you've been given. Make the most of the time, every minute you're living.

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