HOW TO BE HAPPY ... I had been able
No longer would fit any luck
Who became short of as wanted
And been able to know how to be happy
Who both comfort us in another direction?
Life withholding any contribution
The mantle translates into scar
The lucky draws and if by a whisker
Only Step into a new direction and cutting.
Although not have even a day
And I know how much and cannot come
Verse no avail and in such revenge
The fight is not clearly draws
The cruelest face and introduce you
As much as it certainly does not reach.