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When you see there's nothing left
May you still do what is right
And not focus on yourself
But on what others might
May pure be your du jour
In all you hope to find
And love the only cure
On which you spend your time
May your cup always be full
As you're sipping from your dreams
And your highs never run low
In the promises life keeps
May the sun come out and shine
On your dreariest of days
And blessings always find
The place your head is laid
I pray you always feel at home
Wherever you may go
And all the joy you find
Never leaves you alone
May you always have a smile
One that really counts
Showing off your beauty
From the inside out
May this all apply to you
Be it old or be it new
And may these blessings always hold you tight
In what ever you go through
World without any light succumbed to rampant evil,
why do good things lay under the dreariest shadows?
Only the righteous ones
don't take to heart all the woes and the injustices
caused by cruel hearts:
thoughts are pointed arrows that can be lethal!
Not many love our immense universe
that is plagued with much violence,
missiles destroy cities, kill thousands:
kids become orphans mourning mothers!
World without any light, seek the superb brilliance
of a serene sunrise and admire its magnificence!
World without light, don't bear another darkness:
break away and find enlightenment in words!
Nations start wars to steal someone' else resources,
it's gain, it's vanity and these are belligerent demons
won't rest until they have stolen all stones and gold
to impoverish that country; soldiers must obey rules!
World without any light, escape from Hell now;
restore the lost faith, not the common belief!
Don't be controlled by doubt, spare useless grief;
be redeemed by grace, don't be a victim of sorrow!
Leaders are seldom peaceful, but often too vengeful;
watch Moses break up the Tablets and condemns the idolaters:
he could be me, who hates the despicable so shameless,
whipping the drunken, the fornicators and the laughing fools!
She is the taste
Of sunshine after rain.
An embodiment of hope
Through the dreariest days.
Warm healing energy
And a calm golden soul.
Gentle and soft
Highlighting the bright
Of her ever beaming smile.
She reminds you of childhood
And innocent trust.
Her very being
Tells you its okay.
Be yourself.
Do what you want.
She’s your biggest cheerleader
Through every effort you make.
She is sunshine
In her optimistic ways
Shining through your rain
In your pessimistic thinking.
She is there
Whenever you need her to be.
She is your reminder
That not all is lost
In this darkening world.
How would anyone deal with depressive loneliness
when even the dreariest thoughts allow great fear?
Hiding in that lonely world seems right for some,
having nothing is giving up everything even love;
choose joy or pain, dance alone or drink a beer:
see others indulge in happiness, refill your glass!
How useless is believing in miracles,
they only happen to the lucky ones;
anyone showing that hopeless mood
can't achieve any goal feeling brood!
I have often delt with loneliness overwhelmed by distress:
wasn't I smiling when all was quickly tumbling down,
keeping it to myself, laughing harder than a clown?
Don't hold anything inside, reach out and confide in others!
I envied anyone who had someone to live for, to laugh with?
Wasn't it too wrong to be denied the right to love and smile?
Was I kept from many wishes staring at stars and not wish on one?
Who believes that we are chosen by fate to be marthyrs from birth?