Isn't it an irony of life
that when a tragedy strikes
our conscience is stirred
like no other time
Smug in comfort
with things of pleasure
one becomes heartless
and narrow minded
Withdraw the excesses
as they breed evil
only when one struggles
he knows the value of things
Pray keep away the tragedy
much misery and sorrow it brings
and if it strikes any time
give us strength enough to bear it
Shake us from our slumber
and pull away the rug from under our feet
not that we sink into the bottomless pit
but struggle and learn to stand on our feet
Learn from every possible source
and each and every happening
who knows when the tragedy may strike
and what our fate shall be!
that when a tragedy strikes
our conscience is stirred
like no other time
Smug in comfort
with things of pleasure
one becomes heartless
and narrow minded
Withdraw the excesses
as they breed evil
only when one struggles
he knows the value of things
Pray keep away the tragedy
much misery and sorrow it brings
and if it strikes any time
give us strength enough to bear it
Shake us from our slumber
and pull away the rug from under our feet
not that we sink into the bottomless pit
but struggle and learn to stand on our feet
Learn from every possible source
and each and every happening
who knows when the tragedy may strike
and what our fate shall be!
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