My gifts to life are sleepless dreams
unread lines and silent screams
cold cold stares from smiling faces
loneliness in the busiest places
hateful words that come from a friend
countless beginnings that have no end
limited war and stolen fun
faithful traitors and dawns with no sun
I give you fear, pain and sorrow
I give to you the dread of tomorrow
These are the gifts that erode your will
that make your life a bitter pill
But before you judge and curse my name
know you this, all of life is a game
The gifts I bring, right or wrong
give you a challenge, and make you strong
A life without hardship is a life not lived
The strong in spirit survive what I give
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