Reminisce

Wake up every the morning
Weak, but still fighting
This misery that knows no end
Weaponless, left to fend.

In this journey of life
The sadness and strife
That’s ripped my heart apart
This ain’t science nor art!

Just going on through the days
Struggling through the waves
Endless suffering
Is there no end?

Somehow
In the midst of misery
I see hope!
Am I just dope?

Second coming
Another chance
But to no avail
It couldn’t last.

Oh, now I see
That we could never be
I can just look back
Reminisce.

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