Your trouble is a rain cloud
The sound of your pain is aloud
Your tears are deep like Pacific ocean
Tissue won’t last on the shore of the ocean
I read your pain and I sink
What persecutors think?
The taste of your tears is sour
Now your happiness is dour
Paint your tears and get beautiful pain
Place a mistake on white sheet as tough stain
Plant your strength on the sanity
And harvest your glittering ability
Be aesthete for your beauty
Then sprout happiness on your duty.