When Self-Pity Dies
In every country and city
There are those who dwell in self-pity,
Wailing and moaning, railing and groaning,
And hoping that someone sees
Their senseless miseries.
I tell them,
Step off from the sad and the bad,
Step back from the sunken gloom;
Let nothing defeat your dream,
You're better than you seem.
Give Joy a chance to dance,
Give Love a new romance,
But mostly give to you
The strength to see things through.
Don't depend on another,
Be your own great big brother;
Stand up, stand unafraid,
And you will make the grade.
For when self-pity dies
Self-enjoyment flies.
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