Surely there must be a reason
That we must bear this bitter season.
The proud bowed down,
The happy did frown,
Because of this great treason.
Fate decided we need a lesson.
He took one of our best,
Distinguished from the rest,
Because there is no place here for perfection.

In each other it is comfort we seek
The strong are helping the weak.
Your absence is bringing us closer.
Your departure made us meek.

In spite of this unpleasant pain
Your ability to sketch a smile
(Even in one’s greatest trial)
Made me stop to grin a while.

The whole season it did not rain,
Until Fate’s day,
The day of realisation

He who had taken, had also given
Although it was meagre compensation