And, when my effort’s nothing worth
And all intentions run awry,
I sit and curse my day of birth
And see no option but to die.
Because my life’s no piece of cake,
Much less as fluffy as a sponge,
I look with longing at the lake
And think I might well take the plunge.
But then I stop and think of you,
And all my sorrow fades away.
And then I know I’ll make it through
And live to see another day.
For you are what I’m living for;
As such, I want for nothing more.
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