Cold in the heart
Warmth in the sprit
Confusion in my mind
Sorrow laying very heavy
Making daily choirs hard work
Self-pity leads to selfishness
Morbid thoughts make you bitter
Bitterness makes you old
The sunshine lifts ones sprits
A vicious circle just around the clock
The past can make you bitter
The future you can fear
A smile can make you positive
Walk tall…it will get you their.
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