I’m just passing by in life,
and I'm hanging by a thin rope,
but I’m okay,
so, thank you for asking.
The gray sky has disappeared,
along with my mind,
but here comes something on the horizon,
I guess that’s the point.
Cause once all the pain is stripped away
life becomes a work of art.
Out of tragedies,
out of tears,
comes a new me,
and it happened slowly,
but I’m not worried.
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