At night thou want to take thy stroll in town,
and tuck the ache away with fearless sound.
A mellow beam with blink in eyes remains,
to catch the sight of how to make a change.
The scars of pride embrace the doubt of past,
the joy with spark ascends from gorge of dark.
thou gaze thy pain and gape at how it sinks,
a jar of teary time is gone with rain.