For the moments
Where you feel so low.
And a simple blade
Seems to know.
My scars are the pain
That I will not show.
After all,
How shall I feel pain
If I do not allow my tears to go.
Life can be gloomy and heavy sometimes, but when you least expect it, you may encounter a fresh gust of wind that brings the warmth of love. In those moments, the clouds of melancholy and despair part, and there is a ceasefire of the blues!