• Some say the sun wouldn't shine for them anymore
    they dug their own holes to hide
    and that being happy would be forever sore
    when others words came out to chide

    they say they felt a lonely plea
    couldn't scream or hardly cry
    turned to hollowness, why can't they see
    the invisible bruises, and tears that have gone dry

    the sun still rises for them even yet
    though blindness has taken over
    until they heal with an angels bet
    that their woes, will soon begin to sober

    when everything is said and done
    your troubles long past and forgotten
    no more smiles, laughter, or happiness to shun
    let yourself be joyful, and forget the rotten.