Times
When times are troubled and no one seems to care
You ask why me to the man upstairs
No answer comes to your aid
Then something good happens you are afraid
You never then ask why me
Not even a thank you or a praise to thee
Maybe a look at all you got
Will leave you looking and thanking God
But always belive things could be worse
Positive attitude will keep hopelessness from becoming
a curse
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