“Always look above” they say, while staring at the crystal clear sky,
it glitters with sun, it glimmers with stars, and all the hate you ever hath will one day become one with the dark,

you won't see the sufferings, you will see the lumiere in your palms,
though these as well your eyes might have gone cold, yet even under the snowy storm, you can find the unparalleled warmth,

oh these thorns the roses adore! are much better than being torn apart; you can confine your heart, there's...