Someone told
me a good day
is a choice.
Having bad days
is very natural.
So why not?
So why not
receive it
all?
I look like a clown
wearing such a
funny frown.
Pick up all the
pieces that are
always falling
down.
Oh, someone,
oh someone
told me that a
good day is a
choice.
Receive and let
it go.
For someday,
for someday your
voice will sing,
let it be,
let it be,
oh please
let it be
for someone,
for someday
you’ll see it’s
true.
Date: 04/02/22
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