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Solace
In the journey’s rough and tumble I may waver--I may stumble, I may crash or I may cope Clinging to each shred of hope. In each loneliness or sorrow I will seek a new tomorrow, When embattled by the fray I will seek a better day. I’ll be seeking for another-- For some sister or some brother; When I’m reaching to be whole I must touch another soul! God grant me that same compassion, So that in my gentle fashion I may touch some other life, Giving solace in their strife.
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