Rainy Day

They say happiness is a choice,
And it is.
Most of the time, anyway...

Some days, your strongest wall
Can't clear away all the clouds.
Some days, the best of us fall,
And inside, nothing resounds.

Your mistakes of the past,
Your troubles of the present,
And your fears of the future;
Sometimes they gang up on you.

And the truth is,
It's difficult to fight alone. 

The End

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