My problems are the same as yours,
if you came through earths doors.
They may have a different name,
but they're problems just the same.
Don't feel rained on and all alone,
problems will be around till we're gone.
Some are worse than others in nature,
the heart and soul they do capture.
Handling the problem distinguishes,
seperates and relinquishes.
One person crying,
another one defying,
daring a problem to defeat,
change the body to dead meat.
Sooner or later even the strongest
will numb,
then eventually succumb.
Its the thrill of the fight,
not the evil of the fright.
Weak or strong,
where is it best to belong?
The fright will devour,
the fight will help even the score,
help open the door,
to healing,
make life more appealing.
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