Empty cup

My cup is empty, all coffee’s gone
But am I sad, or do I moan?
I dream of what I’d love to do
And when I know, fill it anew

Enjoy my life, enjoy my day
Decide to live my life my way
Don’t let somebody squish my joy
Too much to gain and to be blessed

My cup is empty, all coffee’s gone
It lives in all the things I’ve done
I take my cup, look to the sky
And tell my soul again to fly

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