Unrest. Venting 2

Sometimes in my heart there's unrest. I'm feeling incensed as well as mad blessed,
Sometimes I lose hope. Don't think I can cope and all my dreams are dangling on thin rope,
I smile around town, but turn it upside down, putting on a brave face, concealing a frown,
I've got to keep faith and patiently wait, It must work out! Some things are just fate,
I try to live right, I sit here and write, pray that my soul, does not suddenly plight...

...ah life...

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