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We feel that all the world is lost,

In suffering and mild chaos,

And what exactly is the cost,

Of bitter, sweet revenge?

When we read of tragedy we sigh,

As we grow old our friends may die,

And children cry,

At this we have to cringe.

But, children do not always cry,

And miracles come by and by,

And some people refuse to lie,

Back and take the pain.

And, now we know that hope is here,

There is more than just one kind of tear,

And we can live without the fear,

Of thinking there's no more to gain.

Written by Spiffyshoes