We are the yolk, unprotected, so to speak.
Life is an egg, delicate and small.
We must stick together to do anything at all.
Life is a sunrise, a beacon of hope.
When we stick together, we are able to cope.
If life is an egg, small and weak,
we are one move away from a terrifying shriek.
If our fragile egg broke, what would happen to us?
The entire world would be in a fuss.
But perhaps, if we keep hoping, things will turn out for the best.
After all, isn't that really life's test?
To expect the worst, but hope for the best?
If we do that, we might all be blessed.
But there's one thing we manage to all fail to spot.
The sad thing is we overlook it a lot.
Think about it-how could an egg really survive?
How can the fragile thing keep us alive?
The help of others, that's what we miss.
The help of others, that's what we miss.
We are always wrapped up in our ignorant bliss.
It's their support that keeps us awake.
Without them, our fragile egg shell would break.
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