When you feel days are not enough long,
You've lots to do each passing day,
With heaps of stress that come along,
A restless pillow is what you pay.
You see no end to the gloomy days,
A long dark tunnel you seem to cross,
Enough of hurdles coming in waves,
I hope you wait and take a pause.
Listen to what chirping birds are saying,
With them you do a little singing,
Take a cup of tea to sip along,
And, make some cosy space for your being.
I believe in the light that glows within,
Shredding through the darkest shadows,
You, yourself have the gleam to shine,
And, you can bend the wind that blows.
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