Life's Like A Compote Of The Desserts

You have given fear power over life Joy has watched out the window tearful If not all erstwhile, during your short adult life. Happiness has been swept aside — Here deliberately brushed under a fraying carpet. But your biography is still an unwritten document Already I saw it has many dark inkblots, Blank pages, they testify, I don't tell a lie. There's no use in you crying, my child, You must grasp join all these missing fibre optics Loop them end to end. Let love for yourself guide you And be your very own best friend. Life's like a compote of the desserts my child Don't be afraid, taste each and every one! Taste the sour with the bittersweet Ah, this shall only make you strong, Putting happiness back into your heart Where it always belonged.