I fight to keep my head above the surface

In a sea of futile pain and grim despair

Every time the surgeon pulls me under

I find it harder "coming up for air"

 

I know that I can never win the battle

It’s a standoff and, I’m only buying time

But time is all that really matters

It’s the substance by which our life’s defined

 

So, let me see what I’ve accomplished

In the span of time that I have been allowed

For, shouldn’t we be judged by what we’ve given

From the treasure that we each have been endowed?

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