A cry not enough to show, my pride in a locked cage of doubts. could this be me, a tough man grieved by neglection, i do my best to the happiness of the people around me, but my efforts all brought down to nothing it amounted for.
The birds always singing the praises of the achievements of their kind, a success for one always a success for all, the happy mind always at peace with the thoughts arising from within. friends might always be the source of comfort, but for a case like mine they seem to neglect my feelings, they toy with my cry
Family, my only hope of comfort, points to my situation as trademark