There is so much beauty in the world

but some see only sorrow

So I write this poem in hopes that those who suffer

might make it until tomorrow

When life gets hard and you think that all that exist is heartache, sorrow and pain

Then stop, look, and listen; to the sunshine, or the flowers, or the sweet smell of the warm summer rain

There is beauty everywhere

it exist all around

Even in the cold and darkness where desperation might resound

So in your darkest hour

when you feel your soul has been bitten

Remember if it weren't for sorrows

No poem would ever be written