A chorus screaming sadness
Yet that scream is not heard.
Shadowed, glum bellows
hide behind with words.
A red glaze across
although blue is defeat.
Conquer is reflected,
But is that believed?
An hour or so
every now and then,
is so much more precious
than weekdays at ten.
When you look in the mirror,
please try to see,
an extraordinary person.
Even they would agree.
I can't polarize
the red from the blue,
but I still can tell
what's unique about you.
Please know that.
Although you probably won't see this.
