Smile

  When the troubles and worries,
Continue to pass you by.
Just look up and remember,
To keep your head high.
Live for today,
Not for tomorrow.
For god as your savor,
Will soon release your lonely sorrow.
Even if the down poor,
Continues to get wetter.
I promise everything,
Will eventually get better.
–¬†Lisa Ann Zayac

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