Hands tied, the ultimate frustration
Especially where a loved one is involved,
Doors shut an incentive to anger,
A sign that we are not needed
We fight, we make up, that is life.
If we are really worth it, we move on.
Hanging on to the outcome of little battles,
Will not win you the war that is life.
Face your fears, admit your faults
Then move on, that is life.
We hang on to petty things,
Little things that really do not matter.
A farmer sows, even through tears,
A soldier fights, even in fear.
We have no right to give up, regardless,
Such my dear should be life.
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