Greetings is what I say,
I do it every day
Some people think I’m strange
But people’s views change
Then people think I’m nice
For what I do has no price,
Everyone agrees I’m weak
So I decide not to speak.
My soul is trapped
So I have learnt to adapt.
I think I have no friends.
The loneliness transcends
All the things I have endured
And I fear it cannot be cured
But the sun comes up.
Then I pour my tea into a cup
For the agony is gone,
My life can go on
Without the fear of pain,
But the sights I’ve seen remain