it's not like childhood times.
happy when there's candies,
smiling even the slightest things,
it's far fetched to believe now
as like a stranger it seems
a flower that withers,
so let it die to the ground.
To die once more,
and to bud again,
as the beautiful warm sun shines,
and droplets of water that seeps into the ground.
the fragrance of sweetness emerges
and life will be alive once more.
The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child.
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."
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