A morsel of hope
That is merely a seed
Is watered by her tears
And blossoms in Spring
It grows and grows
Along with her dreams
It sprouted limbs in form of a tree
It bears the sweetest of fruits of only happiness, it brings
She gets a sugary taste in which the fruit bore
A taste of peace in which she had never known before

As spring turned to winter
The frost killed her tree
The only good thing in her life was now bleak
The branches were bear
And her dreams were not there
But she knew this sorrow would only last for a season
And once the vibrant life of spring returned
She could water another seed with her tears and sorrows
So her happiness could be reborn