Today, it was not going to be
Yet it grew back too fast in me
******* up all joy and pink will
Letting me with a little chill

This too is me and who I am
Happy Mary is never a good dam
Under such a mighty grey cloud
She quickly surrenders to the flood

Sitting in her mood's blue corner
Where she is the only left mourner
Silently crying atop of her mind
She waits for a sharp turn in wind

This is nothing frightening nor bad
Maybe she was born to be a bit sad
Or just was made to like a good cry
Yes maybe this is just the reason why

Simply so, leaving her with some scar
Yet all is good under her bright star
Next like the sunshine is coming out
Fresh from her corner soon she breaks out

Now even, it might happen as I say so
Knowing that her mind can very fast thaw
Having watched one hour died, gently blue
For, again; she wins making it back anew