
Unshed tears clog those eyes,
Their pathways lost in mire,
Their pain cries alone, in vain,
They yearn for oceans,
To quench fire,to drown self;
In their soul burns
A self created purgatory;
They stand alone, a friendless Sun,
Why do they walk? Why laugh? Why cry?
In world that's not their own?
Rare blossoms come to deserts,
Their gardens e'er in winters groan.