The months that have made us cry,
Leaving our tears to dry,
Emotions reigned as we did mourn,
Leaving many hearts torn.

Joy turned into a flow of tears,
Many are the days,months and years,
It is time that you find a shoulder,
And lean on it like a toddler.

Joy cometh in the morning,
Replacing the tears lost in mourning,
Wake up and shout with joy,
Be emotionless like a toy.
© Dajo