There's a thorn or more for every rose
Some of my friends have turned foes
A fool and his monies are soon parted
I thought that others were kind-hearted
But then all the goods, they departed too
My problems had no boundaries and always grew
I wish bliss would come back to stay awhile
For all of my bads, you act like bile
You're the one who makes my life go
Oh! dear God, I need you so!
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