Why do these things happen to me?
All life brings is melancholy.
I know things like such are rather normal
But it doesn't help, I'm still cynical.
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I'm terrified and uncertain of tomorrow.
I lost my job which filled me with sorrow.
Looking back, I left due to great stress.
My finances are now in a very big mess.
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Laid on me is a very big responsibility,
But I can no longer afford feeding my family.
I miss having to rely on someone else.
"I want to give up," my brain and heart tells.
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Oh Lord help carry my burden.
Don't allow my heart to harden
Because you're the one that helps me carry on,
It makes me think that all hope is not gone.
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Nowhere else in this world I'd rather be,
Than in the arms of the one who has saved me.
I know I can trust and have faith in you,
For someday you'll bring me somewhere better and new
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Written April 5 2016
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