Difficult to bear it must be,
with happiness all robbed,
weighed down by sadness,
or reeling in the pain of loss.
But this stress, go away it shall.
Just like yesterday,
it will be well, again.
It is well.
A complete mess,
must the feeling be;
lost in a dizzying maze
of abandon, bleak and pale.
But this load, vanish it will,
as suddenly as it appeared.
It will be well, again.
It is well.
It is dark, yes;
but be that as it may, hang in there.
Keep the will strong,
as the birds circle in flight,
whistling to keep the hopes high.
This phase, like all past ones,
will pass too.
It is well.
Like diamonds, that await
the sun so that they can glint,
summon your own shining light
and sparkle.
As sure as that sun will rise tomorrow,
so shall you sail through,
this time and tide.
It is well my friend.
It is well.
