J-ust make it better,
O-therwise it will be gray;
N-ullify the lonely blue
E-very fourteenth May.
L-et's just make it better,
Y-ou will surely be fine;
N-ever mind the vile weather, until you see the sunshine.
B-e glad to make it better,
O-r else it will worsen;
R-elieve the pain and hurt,
C-heck your heart if it's open.
E-agerly make it better,
L-et it become so bright;
I-t will truly clear the path
S-o you can see the light.
A-llow your life to make it better,
Z-ealously learn to know;
O-therwise it will be hard
T-o accept why there is sorrow.
E-very problem has a solution, each question has an answer;
A-sk the Lord for guidance to just make it better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem