I hold my joy in a trench carved out by sorrow.
Maybe a rhyme.
I'm thankful for the loneliness I will still feel tomorrow.
Because I (we) (will?) hold my (our) joys in trenches (canyons?) carved out(?) by sorrows.
maybe
I'll be thankful for the loneliness I'll feel beyond tomorrow
because I'll hold my joy in canyons carved away by present sorrows.
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