Why are you looking blue?
Why are you looking sad?
Is there something,
that has happened bad?
I see you crying.
I hear you moaning.
I guess you had wished,
for a different ending.
You can't undo your past,
I know you can't stop crying too.
So I won't ask you,
So just cry till you are through.
Cry and cry till you are tired.
Cry till the pain feels less.
Shout, shout your heart out,
Till the past is not a stress.
But when you are done moaning,
It will be a new start.
Life will become an empty canvas,
Just put in your own art.
Make your life big, then long,
Every day sing a brand new song.
You can't change your past,
So live everyday, from now,
as if it's the last.
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