Every ounce of flesh, desires to be fed
Every lung that lives, desires its breath
Minds call to learn and desire to be more
Every day of life, beckons answers sent
Night to follow, breaking of a bread
Creatures of habit will desire rhythm
No escaping purpose, we must refresh
We are songs but made into anthems
We sing for a new day, never regret
Time given to meaningless things
Rather rise and praise each day
For it is in living we understand
Our world was made for humans
We're all made to serve a calling
