Is Life
To some life is a precious thing
With moments filled with Joy
For others life’s a burden
With happy destroyed
For those who travel happy roads
They do not know the pain
Of others who endure life’s wrath
And find each day a drain.
They do not see the agonies
That seeks some people out
For in their joyful bubble
There is no fear and Doubt
Yet fear and anguish fill our lives
That daily wave’s ingrain
And leaves us looking forward
For joy we can’t obtain
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