The Abundant Soul

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I hear complaints everyday

Too much work, not enough time to play

Why do I have to keep running away?

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There is a kid who has nothing to eat

Another one can never find clean water to drink

She grows up in an abusive alcoholic link

The one that gets bruised with every blink

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I don’t know what we complain about?

A complaint about the water being out

A complaint about our food being late

A complaint about being too fat

Unable to control our instinctive appetite

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It’s just very sad

The gap between today’s world

One can have the entire world and complain about not having control

The other just survives, feeling abundant in her heart and soul

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