Because you lounge there like a slouch
People mistake you for a grouch
No one hears your cry, ouch!
Sitting there upon your couch
Everyone thinking “Mr. Lazy”
Sometimes calling you a little crazy
Comments leaving you very hazy
Life feeling a bit mazey
The world appears a locked gate
Turning you into a ball of hate
If you shower its without soap
No one gives you any hope
As you stand within the rain
Your life seems to be in vain
But then love is dropped by a crane
The suns shine begins to reign
Life's diverted to a new track
Strength and courage you do not lack
All the old baggage placed in a sack
Light bursts forth from the cracks
On the journey to recognize life’s song
The Chanukah lights do burn on
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