Primary For Peace
In times of darkest remenisce
We sometimes get quite lost
Gratitude seems a foreign thing
When seeing what life has cost.
Perceiving grace of pleasing acts
Gets tiring inside ones mind
Benefitting oneself important enough
Yet seemingly lacking time.
Resenting for lack of benefits
One acts outside of grace
Discourse rises above set ties
Thus breaking the bonds of peace.
One who lacks is chained by pain
Forgetting the primary grace
Putting one first above all else
Binds and unbreakable peace.
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