Why am i made 2 think again n again
about d innocent smile on ur face
especially when dere is darkness
n of happiness not a little trace;
when clouds darken n moths do fly
i love dat drop in d corner of ur eye
which flow not, but dere doth dry
reflecting d rainbow in d sky;
whenever i feel low n about life do sigh
it 's d flash on ur face dat pushes me so high.
Come,let dat smile blossom again
to melt bosoms n shower hurricane
of happiness on every living soul
dat is perhaps my life's only goal.