funny
how things work out
in the end.
but we struggle and cry
out
like babies in a crib,
whining in the dark.
always wanting what we think
is best for us.
i'm hungry,
I'm thirsty, i'm
scared,
I need a change.
sing me a lullabye.
then all of that ends,
and you
come out the other
side alive, better for it,
stronger from the suffering,
mended,
able to be in love,
once again.
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