Why am I here, why on this day,
What does the universe want me to say?
What is my gift, my purpose for being?
Is it to write, or to speak, or go skiing?
Was I put here to ponder the wonders of life?
Or to build tall buildings, or be a surgeon or a wife?
What is my passion, what makes me shine?
What is that thing I will call all mine?
We’re all so special, all one of a kind,
I know that my spirit just has to find,
That thing that is special, what I was put here to do,
When I learn how to fly, I’ll help others fly too.
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