The laugh and the cry of a child unborn,
Waiting for its time to shine and glow.
It never happens the way we wish
But it always goes as the higher plan is.
It is never the way it once seemed to be;
Come what may, we sit right here.
After a while nothing matters:
Only few stars still shine when the sun leaves.
The leaves of spring die so soon
Before winter can see them once again;
It brings up hope back in spring
To die again, once again.
It knows not the rapture of hello,
Only the hugs of goodbye.
Everything it has tried to bring to peace,
Thunder takes out from the root and from sight.
It goes like this in everyone’s life:
and the electricity went off and I lost my inspiration.