Iced rivers pour down your bruised cheeks.
It weakens your sensitive soul and spirit.
Whether they are joyful tears of joy or melancholy laments of a misplaced destiny.

You're terrified of both life and death.
Who will wipe your tears away?
Who will take your fears away?
will you let anyone to care for you?

You grieve as a result of your numerous ill thoughts.
You can't seem to get away from your icy sobs.
You crave endurance, sincerity, and courage.
Frozen tears will leave an imprint on your ivory skin.

You may be suffering from unrestrained insanity.
But you will not be affected by melancholy eternally.
Frosted tears of grief will not last long. 
Roasted thoughts can be fixed with jubilant moments.

© -Athenaa