Do you look at the stars and feel,
that they are looking back at you?
Do you cry yourself to sleep?
And then you cry more because
You didn’t know why you cried before?
Do you question every gift you get,
And think, that you don’t deserve a shred?
Then think again, friend!
About the lives you touched, brought a change.
Think about the fits of laughter she had,
when you tightly clutched her finger
in your puny hand.
The times he carried you around on his back,
even when he cramped his leg,
could hardly stand.
And at last, think about you.
Your dreams, your fire,
one that which people used to admire.
And remove the grey tint.
The brush and the palette are in your hands.