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Coward's And Complainers
In negative word's the coward's song,
A whispered plea where they belong.
No light to guide their trembling feet,
They hide from life, their fears complete.
Complainers sigh with heavy breath,
Their words a dirge of endless death.
No joy can pierce their sullen veil,
They find in gloom their dark betrayal.
But courage blooms in hearts so rare,
Beyond the reach of coward's snare.
Copyright ©
James Mclain
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