Life is a
constant struggle
A person needs
to go through it
There is no way
to sleep on a bed of roses
Even roses have
thorns to pick your sensitivity
Life is a
constant feeding
There is always
the ringing of a need
It is always
there to tell
Once it stops
there is nothing to say
Life is born to
go something great
There is the
good; there is the bad
The way a person
chooses the pathway
The hall of fame
or the poison of disgrace
Life is a
constant struggle
In the maze
streaming to find a away
Flow with the
light to find salvation
Get disconnected
forever in the darkness
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