• With all the sights I’ve seen
    It’s hard to believe
    There must be something
    That feeds his gloom
    My dearest friend
    He tries to hide misery
    But this I see
    Joyful I shall be
    To point the landscape and colours of the sky
    He is still sorrowful
    I wish to know the reason why
    So all troubles could disappear
    Banish such distant thoughts
    Only a blind man couldn’t see
    The distant secrets that my good friend hides from me


    Henry Clerval