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For every three steps forward

I am push four steps backward

I am moving but in the wrong direction

Backward progress seem to be my fate

During hard time my bed is made

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My Luck is only bad because good luck is a stranger

Misfortune is where I live no matter how hard I try

I must be stupid or very miss informed

To try and keep moving forward

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With only backward progress to greet me

On this long cold road call life

With forgiveness rare and punishment in plenty

I struggle to make ends meet 

A warm heart is difficult to keep in the cold

I just hope it get better when I am older

As I shield my face from the strong crisp winds

That seems to flow in all directions

Every choice I made is wrong

Like an old timers blues singer’s song

My tears are my company but in limited supply

As I lay beneath the rubble and trash

If things do not get better soon

I am not sure I will survive