There will be days when we seek solace,
In broken, battered, and forsaken cuts.
In broken, battered, and forsaken cuts.
Yet, there will always be a dawn, waiting,
With tenacious patience, poised to revive,
The despondent, with frenzied guffawing,
And raucous joy's flickering embrace!
Hearty laughter, shadowed seething pain,
Drooping eyelids, fierce alluring innocence.
Mischievous heart, treacherous repelling body,
Cautious steps, deafening careless whispers.
Irreverent mind, burning untamed intent,
Kaleidoscope of emotions, the sound of silence!