The todays and the tomorrows,
Bring a lots of hopes and sometimes sorrows.
But how would one know what to believe,
When the world around you keeps saying, Ah! Stop! Paleazee!
Is it unfair to want to curl into a ball?
When the days get shorter and the sun wants to fall?
I think not, coz, even when we fall,
There remains a tiny voice that says stand tall.
With a wall of happiness and a without a single tear,
Get ready to overcome the most dreaded fear.