These tears of mine just want to fall from the sky and go flat to the ground and just-
die die die.
As I look up so high reaching for that cloud that won’t come down and lose its frown.
I wonder why as I grab it with a rope and I pull it –
down
down
down.
This rope of Allah helps me to pull it down allowing the Sun to show its shine behind that-
frown frown frown.
Its smile wide for all to see that happiness is behind every sad frown.