“Hardships”
My hand you hold
Reciting stories i\'ve told
As i lie here ready on my deathbed
My friends I pray
That soon maybe one day
You’ll tell other people what i’ve said
That people care not of your beauty or grace
People don\'t stop to look at your face
People care only because they want people to care
And the world is a hopeless wasteland out there
No roses or perfume can mask such a task
But kindness and patience is all i must ask
Hardships may come and that\'s all to be said
Now leave me here to die on my deathbed.