Chapter 521
It's Nice To Have Help Sometimes
At times it seems
That we are all alone
In life's misery we wallow
Until we atone
We can complain a lot
As we moan and groan
We will only stand tall
Once our inner self has grown
The knife of life is sharp
It can cut to the bone
When a mind is closed
It soon turns to stone
If into ourselves
The love is not sewn
It will leave us to reap
The emptiness we have sown
It's nice to have help sometimes
When we reach the unknown
All we need to acknowledge is
What to everyone is already known
As we rise from the rubble
Where our heart has been thrown
Our true love will embrace it
And place it on their inner throne
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