There must be.

All the potential

But reality needs to have his way.

With all the roses

There must be thorns.

With all the sufferings

There must also be doubt.

And that voice

That says there’s no rest for the wicked

Doesn’t leave you alone without saying:

But there’s no peace for the good either.

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