Thoughts come and go. It's a horrendous task trying to push them all out. Especially if they've gone down the wrong way. But no frets, because behind every gray, stormy cloud, there is sure to be a silver lining. Imagine all the clouds in the sky. Sure as dope there are a whole lot of silver linings out there for each and every one of us.
In every lose, there'd be a point of time where gains would come in. To bring emotions and colors back to the life of this soul. Once defeated, twice it'll spring back up. There's no time for death of the soul, if you've been living life the right way.
A little peace of heaven is all we need for now.
