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Our days begin with sunrise & ends with sunset
Often the days are seem useless, pointless
We don’t think they matter but they do
Everything that happens has a reason
The truth will be revealed in due season
Our life is a journey that we must make
A road, a path, which we must take
Our course is never easy
The stakes may be high
We should not let our life like the leaves in winter
Life is a poem where we write our story everyday
Life is a game which we must play
Through trouble and disaster
We never know what we will get
Our hand is not always get what we want
We always learn a lesson of hearts and minds is taught
However from the failure
We should not walks on a street of hopeless & blind
Sometimes we find the face with in the face
Which hurt us most of the time?
Still we always expected to act like the world is as beautiful and clean
If we struggle let it be
With hope for things we wish to see
So in every day let’s find you, knowing the world for its reality …
Often the days are seem useless, pointless
We don’t think they matter but they do
Everything that happens has a reason
The truth will be revealed in due season
Our life is a journey that we must make
A road, a path, which we must take
Our course is never easy
The stakes may be high
We should not let our life like the leaves in winter
Life is a poem where we write our story everyday
Life is a game which we must play
Through trouble and disaster
We never know what we will get
Our hand is not always get what we want
We always learn a lesson of hearts and minds is taught
However from the failure
We should not walks on a street of hopeless & blind
Sometimes we find the face with in the face
Which hurt us most of the time?
Still we always expected to act like the world is as beautiful and clean
If we struggle let it be
With hope for things we wish to see
So in every day let’s find you, knowing the world for its reality …