He got this

My eyes have seen,

Many a hard thing.

My soul has drifted,

And with it I sifted,

All my blues away.


For the sun will bring a new day.

And with it comes fresh pain.

Like spring rain.

Washed of temporary stains.

Good vibes, I shall retain.


As I watch the tide,

I wonder why oh why ??

And point my finger at the sky,

And say you know what,

You got this Big guy. 

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