Oh proverbial song that sighs
of longings lost and regrets
that linger in the mind,
is there yet relief and hope
to sing of happiness?
I wander on life's turbulent sea
amid weeping torrents tossed about
a tattered shell of life
longing for a sheltered beach,
yet happiness eludes me.
Shall my life stay on turbulent sea,
or amid the taunting shoal?
Nay, but it will settle calmly
on an inlet isle,
and breathe the quiet winds of gratitude
for any hope that can be mine
of true and solid happiness.
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