By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
Troubles consume happiness from within,
Where the light becomes dull and thin,
Why not tell me, is it a sin?
It’s not the end of a story, not a fin.
Tell me, what makes you sad?
A response would make me glad,
Silence makes us forget the memories we had.
Why keep your emotions in a jar,
And throw it in the ocean where it goes far,
So far, that it goes farther than a star,
Leaving your sight when day occurs like a car.
I go down with you, when you’re down,
But you lift me up when I’m around,
It’s like a beat that plays and
surrounds,
It echoes the well making it profound.
