Like the silence of a building storm, 
or when plucking the roses, prick of the thorn, 
when everything thats right just seem wrong; 
those are the things that make one strong. 
Like the galaxies shapen in a million years, 
or the pain when raw bring back the tears, 
when you don't even try,letting win them fears; 
thats not the time to give up my dear. 
So you breathe, you sigh, you start ro rise; 
you might start slow but there'll come your time, 
and when all your wishes are not denied, 
thats been all your hard work so don't question why. 
Just take a deep breath and enjoy!