A Change
A Change
Her life portrayed a leeward side,
Of darkness, shadow and pain,
No crop of happiness,
No showers of gain,
Just pain and pain,
Drying up with thrust and remorse,
She has a pessimistic life,
A force is there, yes it's there that~
Restrains her flying,
A red lake flowing every day,
Day by day getting deep,
To everyone she grows like a weed , a weed,
Let her fly to the windward side
And let the showers fall on her,
Let her sow a life of flowers,
And yield crops of happiness,
And let her dive into a lake full of dreams and stars,
And out of a cavity which was full of scars,
Now she is like Aroma lamp,
That emits peace, beauty and light,
And a river not full of fright but life.