Cry little bird in your nest you cry
Close to your wings let no one fly
Dig out today all the deepest of pains
Don't stop until it actually rains
Assumptions have scattered and virtues failed
It's time to gather up the dignity curtailed
Let the pillow be drenched today
Cos' from tomorrow you'd love weekdays
The sun will shine brighter than ever
People won't consider you selfish and clever
Tough time would have gone away
You'd be singing with your hands in new clay
Mould it and shape it once you get strong
A new life chapter might soon string along
Choose it wisely and read it slow
Ensure that no tears would ever flow
So now wipe those crystals and take a deep breath
Crying is better than choosing sudden death
Thus all the lessons you learnt from the past
Let not vex you till you last
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