If you’re sitting all alone
Wondering how life took this turn
Asking yourself what went wrong?
Wondering where all the colours have gone?
Thinking now all is lost
Sensing the end is nearing fast
Then I ask you to ponder over
What you have, not what you lack
What you gained, not what you lost
What could be, not what could’ve been
Can’t you see my dear friend?
That the wheels of life always spin
That every trial is but a chance
A chance to be who you should have been.
A chance to be
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