The Song of Life.

How life goes on and we carry ourselves,
We don’t let others what chapters we have on our shelves,
We fight and fight and fall and fight back again,
We dance to the beat and sing about our pain,
We long for the love that is in every book,
We tell ourselves that we are not crooks,
We don’t do the things we don’t like,
We only know the difference of black and white,
We get tired and we get broken,
We get stomped on and we get thrown,
We might as well be the bravest warriors we know,
We might as well be the sunlight in  the snow,

All of this is life that we don’t comprehend
But At the end,
We need a hand,
That will never pretend..

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