Closed off from the light,
but I can see that which is bright,
A leap must be taken,
before all is forsaken,
Misery is like a chain,
with much too little to gain,
Push aside those tears,
to welcome joyful cheers.

It was just but a Day,
In the middle of May,
Which brought light to his Eyes,
This made him Think,
Within a sudden Blink,
There would be no more Lies,
For at this Time,
Along the River-bend,
He could be in his Prime,
So he sat in order to Mend
At his hopeless Vibes,
Without using anymore Bribes.