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I know I’ll be fine. Allow me to cry on your shoulder and whisper to you all my adversities. Wrap me around your arms and assure me that I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. Remind me of your sufferings so that all my sufferings may become a sharing to yours. I know I am not alone. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. The load is heavy; the yoke is hard. You’ll make it alright. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. Your love I can’t understand. Your ways are not like mine. I’ll tread your way. Your love will be my guide and stronghold. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. I may lose you in my sight because of my infidelity to your love. But, from your love I can never hide. I can never run from your love. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine.

I was in a room shrouded by darkness. I was in turmoil, in great panic. I was looking for the light—a symbol of liberty from the most depressing shadows of sinfulness. I sat down and gazed at the shapeless dusk around me. Then, I found light—an opening—myriads of them! I ran toward them one by one. And one by one, I got tired. I discovered little holes that would never fit me to get out. I lied down and tried to become one with the lifeless cloister. I was in slumber when I heard a voice. I heard my name. The voice was calling me. I cried and hoped. The rescue had come! I expressed my presence. I stood up and prepared myself for an astounding and grandeur gateway. I waited for no one. I got tired and disappointed. Throughout, the voice amplified and did not stop. I ignored it to avoid further frustrations. From a dark and shapeless room, I saw a dark and shapeless future. And so time passed by, opportunity swept away. I became deaf to a call. I stagnated and fell to an endless a...