In spite of all the pain it brings
Life does yield many blessed things
Solitude may come with morn
But in the silence
Hope is born
A song comes to refresh the soul
And warm the heart that's growing cold
Music great and glorious
A precious gift to all of us
Some gifts are not to be compared
But destined to be loved and shared
Inspiring our hands to take
Our pencil, paper, and create
Images of all the things that make us
Laugh
Cry
Dream
Wonder
Love
Hate
Fear
Conquer
Think
Praise
Believe
Move and
Breathe
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