There is nothing like a sunny day in the month of June,
to chase away some gloom.

Call it insanity
My minds a crazy calamity
Its no feeling of agony
I call it reality

An opaque, calming breeze
Sweeps over the harsh days--
Covering the rainbow with a
Deep wash of indigo.
There is nothing more to do,
Fate, as written, is
Accepted.
Let the hollow envelop you,
Concealed from what the pain was.

Today I feel like blue.

Just as sun presents  .  .  .
Time saunters on the cool pond,
  .  .  .  Gifts of dreamy swans.

She was about to give up then she saw you

One day I realized the fact
That I fear what I don't understand.
Then I chose to understand my fear
And so I am not afraid of it.

She wanted what she didn't have
So she hid what she had
And found out how quickly she wanted it.
And so she appreciated what she had.

He fell in love with a stranger
So he got up and dressed his wounds
Before he could obtain them.
And so he was cured before he was sick.

They had nothing else to do
So they threw nothing away
And found something worth doing.
So they were never bored.

The people were content.
Does that make sense?