Life is short
Life is hard
Life hurts
It knocks you down
Never helps you up
Unfair
Life goes on
Whether or not you do
God is quiet
Even when you're screaming
Life hands you lemons
When you haven't got the time for lemonade
And you're allergic to lemons anyway
It covers the sun in your darkest hour
And ruthlessly shuts you away in your own head
It holds you down while they torture you
And chains your feet if you try to run
And life is hard and cold and unyeilding and frightening
But you are alive
And many are not
You are alive
And life is beautiful.
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