It's Not Over
Life’s been rough so far;
It’s forced us to go through sorrow,
It’s left us with many scars,
But remember what’s on the morrow.
Tomorrow brings a new day;
A chance to make it great,
Is something you shouldn’t turn away;
It’s not too late.
It’s not the time to be crying,
But the time to be joyous;
No one wants to see tears of the ones who are emotionally dying,
But the smiles of the wondrous.
Keep fighting the good fight,
And get yourself out of the gutter;
It’s the time to strike a match and upon the candle wick ignite,
And to spread your wings and flutter.
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