I Am Alive

Though I am moist with

Teardrops frequently visiting my eyes,

Shower a trice of pain

So I can feel I am alive.

Tramps and nincompoops

Are rejected by all,

Rejected my goodness

So I can feel I am alive.

Each hand yearns to

Gather flowers,

Gather thorns

So I can feel I am alive.

Everyone gets along ,

Syncs with the life of pace,

Raise the fallen ones

So I can feel I am alive.