Sometimes my heart just weeps a while
and deep inside me there’s a smile
that just can’t find a gasp of air;
all weighed down with so much care.
I feel it struggling in my chest.
I know it’s there; it does its best.
But things I’ve heard throughout the day,
on my spirit sometimes prey.
For tales of woe will always mar
reality; that’s what they are.
Another’s pain spilt on your heart;
dealing with it – that’s the art.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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