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Spring Miracles


How easy it is to wish someone ill
How hard it is to smile as they outshine you

How easy it is to let anger fuel your words
How hard it is to let forgiveness reign

How easy it is to insult and betray
How easy it is to get carried away

How hard it is to be humble
Humble words poison your lips
How hard it is to ignore the pain

How easy it is to ignore your blessings
How hard it is to thank and pray
How easy it is to not think at all
How hard it is to work and not get your way

How hard are the nights when your pillow's wet with tears
How hard are the days when they turn into years

How hard is but life, how hard it must be
How easy it is to forget that you are free
As a flame in the wind, as a dove in the sky

To dust you'll return and as dust you will fly
How hard it is to conceive that you're earth and the sky
How easy it is to forget those who cry
For you, those who love you so much

It is easy to dismiss their love as a crutch
How hard it is for you to realize, you poor blind thing
That you're a miracle, you're reborn
Because it is spring

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