Sometimes She comes to visit
my soul, invisible, knocking
on the door, comes in
and nothing´ s like before.


Mood changes, She arranges
lights off, now everything
is tough, so rough that
I can´ t see no end.


But one day I lay down,
smooth mood, bed´ s ground,
eyes closed, mind flying
All around


Suddenly….


Mrs. Sadness comes to knock again!
But this time My mood stays same,
because I saw her knocking
gently at My door.


Now I know she likes the dark
And so I will remind one spark
For her and all her fears,
So I won´ t shed no tears.


Her name is Sadness,
And she´ll make changes.
The present´s name is
Madness.


So remind one moment that
is worth living for,
because she will be knocking
right upon your door!