I try to feel genuine love
For those whom I don’t even like
And pray for the strength from above
When I’d rather be poked with a spike
And I’m not judging anyone
But the querulous I tend to shun.
I struggle to open my heart
With the innocent trust of a child
As I watch the world fall apart
And think if I had only just smiled
perhaps there wouldn’t be a foe
I'm reaping what I chose to sow.
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