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I sit and think and wonder why,

I fight, struggle and even try.



It never changes, stays the same,

It seems as God just plays a game.



Checkers, Chess and then my life,

Lots of grief, and lots of strife.



Takes away the sad, for a short while,

Takes away my tears, gives me a smile.



It takes so long to trust, people are so bad,

It takes so long to begin to take away my sad.



Why is God playing so many games with me?

Everytime the hurt gets worse, tell me, can’t he see.



I thought I was finally better, on the road to well,

I see it was another detour, heading straight to hell.