And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
Real life is messy.
We all have limitations. We all make mistakes.
Which means―hey, glass half full!―we all have a lot in common.
And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be.
But we have to try.
Real life is messy.
We all have limitations. We all make mistakes.
Which means―hey, glass half full!―we all have a lot in common.
And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be.
But we have to try.
Real life is messy.
We all have limitations. We all make mistakes.
Which means―hey, glass half full!―we all have a lot in common.
And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be.
But we have to try.
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