Sometimes the will to go on
Is not enough to carry me through
Although  I know I need to be strong
Weakness seems the next best thing
And just as the will runs out
Like water out of a well
The beautiful petals of life
Begin to wither and fall off
What is life without the will?
What is life if joy is not in the midst?
Surely what is life in the absence of
So I gather my tools as a handyman
And begin to build  within me
The greatest person I can ever be
That can withstand  the different weathers as they come
Sad and joyful alike, wealth and poverty to stand
And even in life or death to be strong
Because the power that we hold
Is greater than we can grasp
If we believe


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