Thank You
I came into this world-
Just a small, confused girl;
Watching all of these lives
Filled with pain, hate, and strife.
Saw them stumbling around
With one foot in the ground,
And I wondered why
They all lived just to die.
I was very distressed
As I pondered this mess,
So I decided then
Not to be like them.
Now I'm glad as can be
For this showed me, you see:
The wrong way to think,
To make happiness shrink.
So thank you to all
I saw stumble and fall;
You gave me the key,
And it set me free.
I live a good life-
Free of pain, hate, or strife;
And you showed me the way,
Now for you, I pray.
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