We accept this early on
And from this cradle
We crawl into the wide world
Knowing that it will sting
But we learn to walk
Despite being battered and bruised
We learn to talk
Against the odds that were stacked
We find happiness
If pain paints your canvas white
Your beauty is clear as crystal
It is only the hopeful who fall
They who have a black canvas
Their story is never quite so pristine
They see this world without its wounds
So they find its agony in every corner
Those poor souls who want
But can't see the truth of hope
That you must lose it to love it
This is the message written straight
Know that life will hurt
Life will break you in more ways
More ways than you could ever dream
But those broken bones will be the key
The key to your bleeding hearts recovery
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