My Job- I have many
But you can have any
I will trade you any day
Because I need some other way
When I cannot eschew my worries away
Sometimes I find it hard to smile
So I walk a sad mile
Then my one most important job is lost
When I am not found, I am crisscrossed
I'm not lost but I'm in need of being found
Find me- just turn around
But you won't and that is fine
Because I hurt your heart-not mine.
Now my job is to go on with hope
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