I am unable to understand them so I look up to the skies.
The skies then tell me not to fight these tears of sorrow,
For always in the days ahead there is a better tomorrow.
So I do not fight these teardrops, as they seem to cleanse my soul.
The pink it seems so neutral compared to the darkness from which it flows.
These teardrops can be beautiful, if you look from deep within.
There also can be tenderness if you're willing to give in.
I can sit and cry these teardrops for hours on end it seems.
And when they have all come together I look in and find my dreams.
And there in this puddle of pinkness, standing there is me.
I see myself there all alone, but not in saddness mind you.
My soul is cleansed my mind is clear it is the "pink" that I must bind to.
And why? for the neutral is contentment, no one way or the other.
No fingers pointed at black or white for those tears tend to smother.
No darkness for my anger, no blinding light for pain,
Pink "IT" being the dominant one, but as soothing as the rain.
Observing these giant pink teardrops forming a puddle at my feet...
I am then able to understand where my life and happiness meet.