Their hearts were open,
others were afraid to enter.
How was it that smiles existed,
when everyone else was twisted?
They walked around frowning,
their attitudes were downing.
Still others were happy,
when they should have been crappy.

Conditions were the same,
everyone existed in the exact game.
The distinquished few,
were never sad and blue.
They suffered the same pain,
got wet by the same rain,
but refused to negatively exist,
because they weren't afraid to give life a positive twist.

The game of life dominates,
its misery and strife originates.
We're all in the same boat.
Staying with those who positively float,
needs no special hand remote.
The door stays open,
for those who chose positively coping.
Its not an easy road to travel,
but it leads away from the devil.
The demon wants to see us suffering,
full of fear with his evil offering.
Connecting with our imperfections,
is a normality toward true perfections.
It is normal to feel sad,
even to get mad.
It is normal to mess up,
sometimes being corrupt.
It is normal to suffer misery and strife,
it's just apart of living life.

But the other door is open.
Dare enter it with your baggage.
The devil wants us to think,
there's not room for all.
The creator keeps the door open,
even for all of us that are broken.

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