Life is hard
Life is tough
Life is filled
With scary stuff
Even when you are old
And crumbly like Earth's crust
Troubles still persist, yes they must
The trouble never end
The troubles never stop
Even when eventually
You come out on top
The only time it stops
Is when God calls you home
Whether it's at a concert or in a parking lot
Talking on a phone.....
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Author:
Tyler Standard (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2018 08:17
- Category: Reflection
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