Chin up I'm alive And I will strive To feel better Be better Words are like knives To the soul And Love's a bowl Of warm soup Which I wish I could drink Soak up with a bread roll Let go Isn't it all for show? It doesn't always work the way you plan Oh what I would give to know Where lies the key To just-- be I want it all But it's a gambling game Nothing's free
Submitted: June 15, 2017
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