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I've been bruised many times
I've been stopped in my tracks
I've been broken into many pieces
I jut keep on coming back
understanding that, I get no pats
on the back, no one cuts me slack
when I'm at war, I know who
got my back, though my knees
may wobble, I must stand
too human to understand the plan
I pray for courage to withstand
if I just, trust and believe
I give thanks, coz that's what
I'm suppose to do
what's the use in being bitter
giving up and called a quitter
walking around, smelling like
kitty litter, with a pocket full of
pennies, trying to buy a 2 liter
riding around on a bike
with two seats, a cute little puppy
but, can't feed her, panhandling
on the feeder, blowing
cush clouds, stuck in a crowd
for crying out loud
will someone please
open up a window
