Bad Times

Even though I'm passing through bad times,

I always think of the good times.

The times I was young,

The times I was me.

Now, I'm a different person.

One who only dreams,

but never succeeds.

One who has dreams for the future,

but not sure if they will come true.

People say "have faith",

but the tears get in the way.
Is there a special reason why

I'm here in this world?

I don't know.

I'm passing through bad times.

Times that make me sad.

Even though I have faith.
I hope "love" will help me find my way.

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