Life

Life to be precise is devised  
At times I feel that my hands are tied  
Each breath that I breathe of life
It feels as though each day I'm in a fight for my life to survive
 
Which is derived from the will of heart and mind not all have the ability or affinity  
It's a sin city life do you miss me
 
The good times we had through the good and the bad its sad when storms and winds of life wraps around your windpipe and takes away your oxygen and the ability to sleep at night  
 
Handling the concerns and the worries of life shouldering the weight of the world  will you be my wife as it is synonmis with life