Quiet Room
As I sit in this quiet room
And think of how my life has bloomed
It's been good
It's been bad
And has made me sad
Things go wrong
Things go right
Then I feel all the fright
Am I being tested
Or do I just need rested
Sometimes I can't sleep
Or feel love so deep
I wanna cry
And sometimes not try
Is there better days
For me to say
I made it through another day
And I've even prayed
For happier days
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