And here I am standing with a life to tow
Which way to take I absolutely don’t know
Is it for me or for the benefit of others?
It’s become nothing but a big black smother!
With muddled thoughts, I pass my days
My day goes in a hurry and night in a daze
For its not the life I am confused with
It’s the living that has held me in a writhe!
But I believe in my rule, the rule of nerve.
And I believe I will survive with a vigor and verve!
Even if the haze is dense and the maze unsolvable
There lies a courage which is possible and probable!
For every end there a beginning brand new
The meaning of loss depends on what u construe!
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