People often wonder,
About the troubles in their lives...
The guilt felt, so painstakenly,
Is stabbing like a knife...
Cutting through, our hurts and fears,
Exposing what is real...
Through all our thoughts,
And all our pain,
And everything we feel...
It's nothing but a mystery,
Not difficult to hide,
The joy, throughout a world of pain,
And peace, throughout the grime.
Love and joy are hidden,
Somewhere deep within our minds.
Nothing obvious or easy,
Working hard to try and find...
Something good and something true,
Throughout the anguish, and the fear.
Something buried deep within us,
Hiding, underneath our tears.
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