Okay
Hey-hey, you my friend! Taking all of this, piling every piece of this, You only, "The Heaviest Cloud" in the sky. One sec, just one sec! Listen to me, just once before heading your heavy rain, just listen to me, please! Look at me, now listen: It's Okay! Okay? It's Okay. You know, Caterpillars only change as beautiful butterflies; Black coal only changes as magnificent diamonds; Stamped sand only changes as precious pearls; Nd you remember? Our Sun? Minds, mere minds celebrate him, when he begins or ends on this earth; But, when he is present in the middle of the Sky, he will only be cursed! So, It's Okay! Okay? It's Okay. You know, It's the heart, that understands: Worms aren't ugly, it's just their outlook; Coal is still valuable, even if it's dark. Sand is still worthy, even if it's abundantly available; For this nd all, they must never change who they are! Lastly, Our Sun never stays in the same spot. He knows few will complain; But...