There are some times it's hard to write
When everything seems out of tune
And nothing can beat back the night
That threatens to unshine our noon.
It isn't easy to confront
The bad times and the pain head on
But if we chicken out and punt
We find our joy already gone.
So let me say before I go
There are some things I know are bad
But even in the darkest woe
I can recall what makes me glad:
That I have you, and you have me
And that together we're a we.
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