Saturday, December 21, 2013


Why am I so sad?
Why do I cry?
I have a roof over my head
I have I place to rest, it's called a bed

Why am I so depressed?
Why do I weep?
I have people who love me 
But still happiness is absentee

Why am I in pain?
Why do tears fall? 

The only ones among (us) who will be truly happy are those who will have sought and found how to serve.
Albert Schweitzer

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