When chaos reigns in our hearts
It dulls even the sharpest of minds
Shredding our confidence apart
Like great levees eroded over time
Failure feels predictable and certain
Catastrophic collapse is on its way
Swearing this your final curtain
And you have reached the end of your days
Yet outcomes are never preordained
Something can always change the tide
Living hearts are never completely drained
So don’t pack it in before the end of your ride
It takes the faith of just one single thought
And the effort of just one single scratch
Because even the deepest and darkest of caves
Are brightened by a single lit match
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