Sing

 

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Most of us

Mutter to

Ourselves

In anger

Under our

Breathe

When pushed

Anger comes

Out in words

We don’t often

Speak

Yet what about

Those times

When truth

Sheds its lite

Your words

Become a melody

You sing of

Memories

& times

You wished

Could

Still exist

If only your

World could

Be

A constant

Joy

When pushed

To the wall

Stop

Before

It goes to far

Think to

Yourself

Only if

& Sing

As though

Life is

A constant

JOY

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