Tell me my friend,

How do you know?

Whenever I am feeling low.

About my grieves and crevices

And when my heart’s on inferno,

How do you know?

You always say,

“Your problems are mine.”

Whenever I say, “I am fine.”

Is it something in my eyes you see?

Or is it my voice

That you try to rejoice?

Tell me my friend,

How is your soul so pure?

In the time of pain,

How do you endure?

All about the things that cause me woe

Tell me my friend,

How do you know?

 

Originally posted on my blog: https://unseendreamsblog.wordpress.com/