why do you choose to be sad?
it is not worth your time which
has curled like a worm inside
a rotten fruit,
why do you disregard the help of
God? Why do you choose pride?
why do you dwell in the darkness of
your struggles?
come, come to the light, outside the
window, come to the playing field
he owns the sun and he gives it free.
he owns the grass and there is nothing
to pay,
happiness is free, it is offered
unconditionally,
happiness is a dove, and a bud,
a ray of light, a wind on your hair,
a flower on a hill,
come, come to the light, let us
all bathe.
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