It is a constant battle
The dance of life we face each day
Moments are fickle
In every way
We must never lose hope
And just hang in there
Darkness will eventually give way to the light
That clouded path will be clear
- Authors: The Brooklyn Six Project™ (Pseudonym)
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- Finished: February 21st, 2017 14:00
- Limit: 6 stanzas
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- Category: Nature
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