A Reason To…

I have a reason to smile,
Even if I have to walk for miles and miles;

I have a reason to cheer ,
Even if my life is hard to bear;

I have a reason to weep,
Even if my wounds are deep;

I have a reason to utter,
Even if my life gives a shudder;

I have a reason to sigh,
Even if my dreams are not high;

I have a reason to dream,
Even if they are far as they seem;

I have a reason to feel…
Even if I try to conceal.

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