You haven’t hit much;
Your life is all misses
But you can still write a poem
That’s better than this is.
You haven’t hit much;
Your life is all misses
But you can still write a poem
That’s better than this is.
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What if you were the Ocean,
The giver of life?
The sun in the sky,
The opponent of strife?
How ’bout Abraham Lincoln,
The breaker of chains,
Or the guy who made aspirin,
Reliever of pain?
If you were a titan,
A hero to all
Would you waste your own life
‘Cause today you feel small?
So why open that bottle
Or play Russian Roulette
Just ’cause your inner titan
Hasn’t changed the world yet?
And if, on the off chance
You’re the non-titan type
You still have good reasons
To live without gripe:
Many a diamond
Began life as mere coal
And the smallest of molehills
Means the world to its mole.
Every flower must bloom,
Every river must flow.
It takes millions of light years
To see a star’s glow,
And your non-titan life
Is a life nonetheless.
Whose molehill will you be?
That’s anyone’s guess.
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This world of ours has beauty
Hidden where you’d least expect.
There’s a chance for redemption
In every life that ends up wrecked.
In every gray face on the corner,
In every drop the clouds can cry,
There’s a way for you to heal
If you only choose to try.
So when the sun stops shining
Take comfort in the shade.
The beauty in the pink of dawn
Is equal to when day fades.
Eagles think they’re falling
When they first learn how to fly.
Love is all around us,
Not just in some beholders eye.
The world has many faces.
Close your eyes, the faces stay.
Whatever you think of the world
It doesn’t change its way.
Regardless of what you may believe
The truth is always true.
If you don’t believe in Heaven,
Heaven still believes in you.
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