Life Never Gave Me
Lemons.
Life was not a pleasant time
Naive to any white picket fence
All I could grab was a cheap lime.
My dreams were all dense.
For my future was a cloud
and I was a rain drop
Falling farther because I was loud
for I always failed to top.
All I look upon to now,
Is to find a lemon
and make lemonade.
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