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When things Go Wrong It seems that there’s some great design to disappoint and hurt. The fact that I’ve been here before helps keep my mind alert. I know with all my intellect, with time, the day will clear. But as I sit in the midst of it, it brings no comfort here. How can so much go wrong at once? I’d have to plan this mess. On every front I meet defeat; my steps are just a guess. My labors long and hard, although they're quite deserved, Like lofty goals remain ignored by those I've loved and served. There was a time I gained respect from work and sacrifice. But now the world just takes and takes; life’s just a throw of dice. What good's it do to honor folks, as men of worth from God, When they ignore the gifts I give; and say I'm the one that's odd. Perhaps within this deep, dark funk I’ve built around my being, I'll find I've made a self made world--a selfish, petty thing, That enables me to be self absorbed, to clutter up my life. I should, perhaps, consider those who stray into my strife, Show pity for my fellow man and give to them a break. Why should I drag them down with me, within my woeful wake? But, damn-it, I’m tired of giving all I have, just to watch it go away. I live my life for the other guy, yet nothing comes my way. Does it seem fair? I ask of you, surrounded by my misery. But, on the other hand, I learned a long time back you see, That there's no rule of God to make Him make my pleasure grow. Or give a life that's free of things that hurt, of cares, of pain and woes. I know that there's no guarantee that it's happiness I’ll find. And as I awake to each new day admist the same old grind, I've learned to take each moment new, just as the way it's dealt And make the very best of it, regardless how I've felt. And though there often may be times completely filled with blues, I will be glad I've had those time and glad they're gone and used, For there are folks with times much worst than mine will ever be. But it’s hard to grant that fact right now; I’m quite absorbed in my misery.
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