God laughs as we plan, life, it never actually follows the script that we write Sometimes all your are left with is a broken compass and an ounce of willpower to navigate the stormy times Troubled waters, rough seas heartbreaks that shatter your soul, your heart left to bleed How do u handle it all? Do you surmount every obstacle Or do you huddle in a corner and hide Can’t fix the problem; then adjust your attitude Let nothing dull your sparkle Keep believing in your magic Let your heart and intuition be your only guide.
