A solemn cry.
Sometimes all you need is to cry,
let it erupt, your emotions,
let it flow, purposeless and astray,
let it unclog, and relase you from the pensive.
Ah! They are relative, brothers I'll say,
One whom we favour more, alas!
They laugh and cry, and makes us feel,
the joy and misery, of a memorable life.
The 'joy of misery', unponderd,
for there's a forest that lies between.
Hardships besmear you with strength,
to find that felicity beyond.