Times

The times I thought I was going to hell,
Are the times I could not see.
The times were breaking my heart,
And the tears were blinding me.

I walk the streets of a lonely life,
Looking for some kind of sympathy,
But truth has finally found a home,
And the home resides in me.

So if times you think you are going to hell,
And you can't take time to see,
Take a moment to read my words,
And the truth will set you free.

Look at the source of your troubles,
And give those troubles release,
Because the true troubles haunting us,
Are inside our own imagery.

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