When you are stuck
With something, out of bad luck
Life seems like a bed of thorns
With lots of frowns
And then you see the ray of light
All so clear and bright
Light that guides you on the right way
And is there for you everyday
The belief you will outlast
Comes to you at last!
With something, out of bad luck
Life seems like a bed of thorns
With lots of frowns
And then you see the ray of light
All so clear and bright
Light that guides you on the right way
And is there for you everyday
The belief you will outlast
Comes to you at last!
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