Tear's stream flows down your face,
When you lose something you can't replace,
Fear comes and tries to leave a trace,
Make your direction the bosom of grace,
Where fear's claws can't Chase,
Let the whispers of hope give you ways,
There may be storms and tough waves,
Swim through the trials and set a pace,
Wear confidence, smiles will return to your face,
On your lips happiness will embrace,
Share your experience and others can run the race,
Giving excuses and pains no breathing space,
There is always a place where you can find solace...
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