Life is a song:
Sung in a happy and sad way
Received from diverse frequencies.
Swallowed in emotions.
Expressed through tears.
And happiness
And sometimes salty water fountains
—--- run down
When there are high
Its words are long
Hard to describe
Sometimes spoken through mumbling
And though smiling teeth says them
Inside its death
Those who are rich can describe it
To the sufferers of the world, it can not be put into words