A bed of roses an hour it seems
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Or sorrow in dozes sometimes it feels…
Is it a strange illusion?
Or a simple confusion?
To smile sometimes do we need a reason?
Or wait for a season
Live it as it comes
Laugh or cry in tones
We don’t always need a reason
Or a season…
Pay for a smile so what, cry for a while,
For, every heart aches, sometimes it even breaks…
Strong it makes, but depends on how one takes
Ups ‘n downs, ebbs ‘n tides…
Sometimes life takes on rides…
Fall but rise again
Cause, no pain no gain
Cry but smile again.
If it’s dark in your eyes
Wait a while, Patience pays.
Forever is not sorrow from destiny that we borrow.
Sit back & pray, or to yourself say,
However times be may,
Night & day,
To yourself smile & say,
Strong I am & I’ll grow everyday!
Even with no hand to hold
Look into yourself & be bold
As it is told, its time with which every wound heals,
It’s just the faith that one needs
A bed of roses an hour it seems or a sorrow in dozes sometimes it feels!