Look up,
Sweet scent,
Rain.. drops..
Melancholic event.

Open your eyes,
Take that hand..
Open your eyes,
Hold that hand..

Why you cry?
Why the tears?
Youll end up dry,
You and your deaf ears.

You give it all,
Getting nothing back,
You help them all,
And here you still stand.

You are not alone,
Dont ever forget.
Often we give more,
And nothing is what we get.

Just.. please..
Dont forget that youll smile,
Dont forget that youll cry,
Dont forget that with you Ill smile,
Dont forget that with you Ill cry.

Yura

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Mayan, in the year 340 AF.