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Light The concept of good, morally sound and just A thing we rely on, look to and trust Dark An evil shadow, lurking behind The scary, destructive, inner recesses of one's mind But one cannot function without the other. For in the brightest of lights we see the darkest shades cast on the ground below And in the dark we see that faint lantern light, illuminated with its glow. So can we say that pain cannot live without health? That love cannot exist without hate? Joy without sorrow? To acknowledge that these ideas are a reality Would make more sense than dismissing them as fallacies Cause I believe in order to feel happy you need to have been sad And in order to feel like you've gained you've had to have lost what you had. People always ask how I can be so understanding How I can be so patient, kind and undemanding And I think it's because I've felt pain myself I've been in sickness and in health And its not so hard to realize why No one likes it when someone cries.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
Balances
Light The concept of good, morally sound and just A thing we rely on, look to and trust Dark An evil shadow, lurking behind The scary, destructive, inner recesses of one's mind But one cannot function without the other. For in the brightest of lights we see the darkest shades cast on the ground below And in the dark we see that faint lantern light, illuminated with its glow. So can we say that pain cannot live without health? That love cannot exist without hate? Joy without sorrow? To acknowledge that these ideas are a reality Would make more sense than dismissing them as fallacies Cause I believe in order to feel happy you need to have been sad And in order to feel like you've gained you've had to have lost what you had. People always ask how I can be so understanding How I can be so patient, kind and undemanding And I think it's because I've felt pain myself I've been in sickness and in health And its not so hard to realize why No one likes it when someone cries.
cole-cummings
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
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