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Beauty In Your Suffering
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Love Hurt is never ecstasy
Pain is never pleasing
But although it aches so bad
There’s beauty in your suffering
Like a rose, when crushed
Delivers its sweet smell to its destroyer
Like a flame, when doused with water
Turns into a cloud and flies away
Like a mountain, who’s being mined
Its rock turns to dust and dances in the wind
Like the night, being conquered
Brings forth a beautiful day
Like a mother for her aborted child
Sacrificing love, but too little too late
Like the death of a person
When they know there’s Paradise’s Gate
There’s nothing funny about it
I know it hurts so bad
But while you want to be happy
There’s still beauty in your suffering
