The world is ugly when you're sad.
My lungs near empty are not so glad.
A single breath will buy me time,
Another yet soon I cannot find.
Then, as my body aches
And my face now blue,
I look beyond to comfort you.
Quickly, quickly, for time does wane,
Your sweet smile is but a marvelous thing.
My lungs soon after, merry they'll seem,
For the world is beautiful when you're happy.