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I have thoughts and dreams that give me hope, 
But 'ere too long in darkness I grope;
Skin and flesh, bone and sinew, 
Nose and ears and eyes that see you;
All that I have... all that I have?  What more can I ask?  
A mind and purpose, some kind of task?
Wherfore my life? Wherefore my worth?  
Is there a reason for my life and my birth?
Verily, it must be more than for taking up space, 
That I occupy this time and place;
All that I am is what you believe me to be.  
If it is as a friend, then that's good enough for me.