Once They Come To An End
Everyday, the same old thing,
Whinging for this and that,
Never being thankful,
For the loved ones we have.
We want everything,
Everything everyone has,
But we're never being thankful,
For the loved ones we have
One day someone is lost,
A mother, father or friend,
And we're only ever thankful,
Once they come to an end.
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