Getting Over Moving On
Try your best not to look for,
All those things which are no more.
That favorite place to sit and talk.
Paths lovers used to love to walk.
Avoid using words like wish or fair
And steer well clear of why.
And find a place, that's always safe,
to have a good old cry.
Concentrate on doing what
you need to, to survive.
Keep on breathing in and out, though it hurts like hell inside.
And even though foods lost its taste,
Eat three meals each day
And the hardest thing of all sometimes,
say thank you when you pray.
And I promise you, though I can't say when,
there'll be a day that comes.
Quite by surprise
When you least expect it
that at last you'll see the sun.
And even if some clouds remain
most will blow away
And little by little, color returns
To fill your world of gray.
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