Somewhere, someone said that Life is a gift from God.
So I wonder, as my heart tightens and I grasp for air,
Is it a gift when the price is for you to pay?

Is it a gift if it will be taken back?
Is it a gift if you have to use it for the One who offered it?
I wonder, as my heart tightens and I grasp for answers.

What is the value of a gift if it’s ruined by previous owners?
If the giver is rich, why would he bestow a present from the past,
A past so dark and used that once received, even the freshest flesh turns into dust?

Is it a gift if its price is death?
I wonder, as my heart tightens and I brace to pay the bitter price.
Is the true gift relief?

Relief from presents past?