Cracks on a mirror
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How can I recognize myself?
When I am not myself
Don’t know who I am
Obscure is the path ahead
Even forward march halted
With restlessness and fears
Feeling so indifferent
And full of nothingness
Oh, where envy,
That greedy fiend reigns
Love and peace vanish
Why should I envy those
Blest with riches rare
Though prospects of mine
Look hopeless and bare
I should feel blest and content
That God for me has cares
And in times of need
For the poor and needy
I might a little spare
And lessen my greed and fears
How can I recognize myself?
When I look at a mirror
And I am not myself…………….
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