In life, the scales may tilt unfair,
While joy is yours, grief fills the air.
One heart may sing, another mourn,
A day of laughter, a night forlorn.
Your longing eyes may seek the light,
Yet some will turn, avoid your sight.
You give with love, they still withhold,
Kindness met with hearts grown cold.
You plead with hope, but deaf they stay,
Blind to the trials you bear each day.
Your struggles rise, unseen, ignored,
Yet still you walk, with faith restored.
For storms may rage, and shadows fall,
But courage lifts you through it all.
The world may wound with cruel disguise,
Yet truth will shine, and hope will rise.
Though some repay with scorn or hate,
Your gentle soul transcends their fate.
For kindness sown will bloom again,
Beyond the reach of human pain.
So walk with strength, though roads are steep,
Your spirit's flame is yours to keep.
Life may be harsh, its balance torn,
But brighter dawns are always born.
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