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Everytime I cried
And feel the pain inside
I squeeze my eyes and pray
That things would soon turn easy.

I wonder what have I done
Or had I made my choices wrong
Regret is out of the way
For whatever it’s worth
I am at least, once, happy.

I gave my everything and all
Laid down my cards on the table
Too late to realize
That this is but one fight
Where transparency doesn’t connive
For the game is played
Without recourse for what is right.

Everytime I cried
I wish and pray for strength
For the load is heavy and huge
And my back is not that strong
Then I saw the loving smile
In the face of my little girl
I knew I had never loss
For there she is, and she is my focus.