Look up to the East
The sun will shine.
Bolting out the travails of the days gone by
Get up.
Lift your self from your tired bed
All that is troubling
May not be lost as yet.
Take courage, and face the day.
The sun will shine
Though fettered by occasional rain.
Say a pray and hope for the best
There is work to be done
Before you lay your tired head to rest.
The fragrance of your effort
Will make you forget the pain.
Storm clouds may gather
The sky may tremble.
But never lose sight of that flickering light
It will gradually glow
And its rays will warm your heart.
There is always light at the end of all tunnels,
And it is not always of an oncoming train.
This has often been said
But still yearns to be heard
The sun is peeking at you
There is always a promise – at the end of the rain.
-Karen Pereira.
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