My life is perfect;
I have no fears.
No qualms or worries,
No sighs, no tears.
While others fret
And have their crises,
I do not care;
I do my own thing.
I did it all
With my own sweat.
No help from others,
With no regret.
I don’t need God;
He’s for the weak.
My own glory
Do I seek.
But there’s one thing
I must admit.
It’s kind of lonely
Where I sit.
clarakatalin 
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