When I begin to listen to
The dark whispers of woe,I step back and remind myself
Of something I well know.
However rough my world may seem,
My life is still easy.
There are so many in world
Who suffer more than me.
When I wake up, I’m safe and warm,
As when I went to sleep.
And I don’t spend my days in fear
Fighting the urge to weep.
No life is perfect, without pain,
Yet mine is quite replete,For though I walk among the thorns
The blossom is still sweet.
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