What Is Broken, Still Has Beauty

What is broken, Still shines great beauty... Whoever or whatever that reaches the inside of me, Is a treasure worthy enough for me to forever hold... When night comes, My feelings and thoughts truly unfold... During the darkest of my hours, I unleash my expressive powers... While the dawn hast come, My energized mind numbs For only a moment, I will wait... The sun rises As the deepest gates of my imagination Flood open and bring on the waves of emotion. Winds of hope blow away my tears... And the inner sea, in me, Begins to shine colours, From the bluest of all these days, To the grayest of my depressed ways... These gray waters... Change into a glow of hopeful silver... And at long last, I let go of the past, As this sea is painted gold by the eternal sun... I am saddened and gladdened, here and there... Yet, whatever is broken... Still shines great beauty...