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We called on death,

When it got hard to survive.

Called on it,

To help us escape,

Hard times.

But this game called life,

Doesn't easily let you retire.

Got to spend the youth,

To shed from these struggles.

Bear the troubles,

Through the rubbles.

Until it takes pity,

And recedes your tear tides.

It comes as a big wave,

Is it happiness or sorrow?

One can only tell,

When the guest arrives.

One day,

Tomorrow.