Children of Smiles and Sighs

Life is cast with skies of constant change.
Sometimes bittersweet rain and other times warm sunshine.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

Sometimes we dance of joy in the rain.
Other times we hide out from the storm.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

We seek the warmth of the sunshine at times.
We seek the shade of the clouds at times.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

Some flowers bloom in the rain.
Others wither in the sunshine.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

Some butterflies flitter in the sunshine.
Others fall in the rain.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

Some memories are cold and haunting.
Others are like a warm zephyr.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

We follow fleeting hope, with burning hearts.
But all that is beautiful drifts away like the flowing water.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

I find comfort in utter darkness,
Than to be in the sunshine or rain and see what might have been.
I am but a child of smiles and sighs.

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