Therapy :

You grow eager to help the weak
growing high off seeing their pleasing effort of your work and embracement.

Doing drill after drill eventually becomes troubling and to some may seem dumb,
but with the effort you will make it through lifes maze not coming to crumble.

So, all I can say, is pray your therapy gives you and others the encouragement
to survive the twisting life lines and doubts.

Having the help gives us the power to show and prove
what counts and what can come out of therapy.

The beauty will show at St. Joes
as the workers help the weak and the patients come to revive.

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