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My life's meaning has stopped,
The one thing I knew to do,
Has spit on my face,
And laughed at it too.

Yet it seems there is still a flare,
A light so dull it's hardly there,
This flare is the meaning,
To everything I do,
But soon the flare will mean nothing,
Even to you.

-Tobymac. 12/31/05