Though I am down and bear a frown
Because words of sword are always painful
And rejection is always sorrowful.
Revised with the help of Mr. Luke Easter:
I will not need to cheat on this or any test,
Very long hours of study to be by the best,
Such loud thunders of a storm have now passed
But all of these things we've surely surpassed;
No storm or typhoon can break our strong bones,
No wind or force can destroy our firm homes.
Is there a spot where the sun lays to rest
When brightness escapes into the night sky?
Is there a cradle the stars call their nest
Where they can leave the sadness that passed by?