Life is a bed of roses, with the petals come the thorns,
Life is a matadors ring; grab the bull by the horns,
Life is not easy, life is not fair,
You will shed a tear; you will pull your hair,
You will feel the pain of running against a wall,
You will feel hurt after a great big fall,
But life is also fun in a weird kind of way
At the end of every night come a bright new day
So Put on a smile, and grow a pair
There are other things this world has got to share,
Get on your feet and stand up tall
You can’t enjoy life if you crawl
So get on the horse and ride towards the bourne
Life is short my friend; there is no time to mourn.
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