My predicaments, I can swallow.
Others sufferings, I cannot bear to leave hollow.

Behold, the joy held within a small meadow.
To you, I wish to rejoice and endow.

May the undesired disappear and not follow.
Any misfortune near you I will not allow.

Within that soul, blooming joy, no sorrow.
Lose no hope, thus there'll be a tomorrow.

Lose no hope, thus, there'll be a tomorrow.

~A.d | 10 Oct 2014