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Out of a bad situation one has to make the best
Though it may be crucial, must lay all evil to rest
Irritating ordeals, of misconception is put to the test
Overcome the despair that clutches you by the chest
Never the less, something or someone will bring you down,
but it won’t be the first
The mind thinks it is weak as it can only get worst
Companionship is gathered and evenly dispersed
Momentum increase, leaving the great with the worst
When you find that one’s pride had to be swallowed
Kneel to the ground and pray for tomorrow
Like the oak tree whose insides is hallowed
Go on with creation and continue to follow
The path to happiness is only a few moments away
Hang on tight for there will be brighter days
Keep your head high as you are so blessed
Out of a bad situation, one has to make the best

Written by Marcia S. McNeill



Q: What is a bad situation that you made into the best situation?

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