It hurt being too hard by a yard and a mile,
It felt good to be the best and to win with a smile;
But the trouble was pain in what I was trying to gain,
And the mind had a problem and the brain wasn't sane.
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It hurt being too hard because I simply didn't have a chance,
To win through the right means instead of giving a sinful glance;
And down through the ages as the earth advanced in years,
Pills and the beers took millions of people in different ways to appear.
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It hurt being too hard for the game of my faith and name,
When others were wanting and I kept for myself the soul same;
So for the idea of keeping and accumulating and building up worth,
I couldn't give enough to God and the ones who were starving on earth.
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It hurt being too hard and I ran and I ran and walked,
And said to myself I think I am better and that's how I talked;
But the stupidity of self was wrong to looked inside of me,
For it was better to look outward and upward and remain free.
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It hurt being too hard and I couldn't give an inch or two feet,
For I was pigheaded and selfish and had everything to eat;
Now I was stopped for a while and thought about everyone else,
And I was happy in God without the rotten knowledge of myself.
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It hurt being too hard as the rock that we love on was too big,
And the fingers and digits where like figures on an old fig;
But the love that I found in hurting was getting close to death,
Because the God of all the earth was best than me drowning without breath.
Signed,
Preferring Peace
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