God helps those who help themselves
I won't argue or disagree
every-time I survived, the climb
the only one there, was me
Prayers to the sky, till the day we die
my bootstraps, pulled up, by my own hands
trials and tribulations, things, I had to try
not holy, were all those commands
and no simple slice, of pie
Do as you will, or must
look for ethereal hands, when the world is bleak
as for me, I'll always be
the assistance, that I seek
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
God helps those who help themselves
I won't argue or disagree
every-time I survived, the climb
the only one there, was me
Prayers to the sky, till the day we die
my bootstraps, pulled up, by my own hands
trials and tribulations, things, I had to try
not holy, were all those commands
and no simple slice, of pie
Do as you will, or must
look for ethereal hands, when the world is bleak
as for me, I'll always be
the assistance, that I seek
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