When all hope is lost, You feel
lonely and deserted. Pain is your comfort
tears, defeat, fear become your daily bread.
tears, defeat, fear become your daily bread.
All troubles are not there to leave
bruises, marks forever in your life
There's a reason for everything
It may have been dark, but slowly you
are pulling through
You recovering.
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We all like the end results of our hard work
The sweat, tears yes it was not easy but we made it
Whatever storms you may have faced, whatever road you may
have walked on
You have done it
You are a conquer
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