D-ry the tears off your eyes,
A-llow them not to fall;
N-ight won't last forever for trumpet soon will call.
E-vening shadows will fade,
V-ile weather will turn fine;
A-fter the storm has gone,
S-oon sun will surely shine.
C-old chilling wind will turn into warm beautiful day;
O-ne new dawn will break to drive the darkness away.
C-heer up! Dry the tears
O-f sadness in your eyes;
M-ay sixth morn is fun,
B-ringing mirth and surprise.
A-lthough life on earth is hard,
L-et your heart be bathed with light;
I-nto your mind let the truth
C-reate the sheer joy that I write.
E-very smile that you wear will make you realize;
R-aindrops will disappear, dry the tears off your eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem