When the sparkling coals fall
In thorns and raving spear blood
When the sun unleash it's scotch balls
And goes to the mouth of dry saliva.
If heaven refuses to speak
And let's you sink with the pain
The troubling times grows thick
Your day is hard for a fruitful rain.
When being the man is not of care
Your muscular physique,unworthy cause
You have no one to call you sir.
Or when thy breast is scorned upon
And feels your lungs with distress
Your heated pain is the sun
You have no one to call you mistress.
Smile within the time of love
And give within the time of pain
Just smile things will be lovelier
Just smile like God is nearer
Smile to the one who smiles in time.
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Look cheerful, be happy in times of grieve,pain and disappointments