Pale Horse Rides

When the labor’s great

And appreciation’s rare

Why labor onward?

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When the joy is gone

And in its place, a growing dread

What moves us forward?

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When the pain rises

And drags us ever lower

Who can gaze skyward?

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When life seems pointless

An eternal useless waste

How can we progress?

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