I find that in the mirror I am faceless;
But determined, nonetheless I shall smile.
I have dreams you see, pointless they may be,
But dreams I have, and I shall sleep.
I see the colors of people in their black suits,
However grim their life may be, they have dreams too.
I see pleasure grow like an oak in society, slowly,
But it will grow, and society will smile too.
In winter the snow will fall and people will forget,
But I will see the clouds and remember this;
The sun has to shine some day; However gray,
It will shine again, and people will smile.
