Hang in There

Even in the toughest spots if you hang in there, you will make it out alive.

Hang in there,

For soon you will be free,

For life is like a speak of dirt,

Stranded out at sea.


And that little speck of dirt,

As hopeless as it seems,

Is waiting to be free

While stranded out at see.


"Soon I will be free,"

Says the dirt with a plea,

"But for now I'll have to wait,

For I'm stranded out at sea."


Just remember

That you're not alone,

There are other speaks that you can't see,

For they too, are stranded out at sea.

The End

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