I could approach this day with complete sorrow
But I am cognizant that I'm not given tomorrow
So the soft pillow of Mother Teresa
I will borrow
To bask in until my time is finished
My happiness shall never be diminished
At least, not for long
We can't be elated forever
But we can salvage what's been severed
Appreciate the remaining light you have left
Everyone feels that conclave of emotional theft
At its core, life is a beautiful treble clef
Those who seek to destroy and bully are emotionally deaf
Enough with their dreck
They're only a fleck
Of the universe's' massive deck of cards.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
I could approach this day with complete sorrow
But I am cognizant that I'm not given tomorrow
So the soft pillow of Mother Teresa
I will borrow
To bask in until my time is finished
My happiness shall never be diminished
At least, not for long
We can't be elated forever
But we can salvage what's been severed
Appreciate the remaining light you have left
Everyone feels that conclave of emotional theft
At its core, life is a beautiful treble clef
Those who seek to destroy and bully are emotionally deaf
Enough with their dreck
They're only a fleck
Of the universe's' massive deck of cards.
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