My passing thoughts stray your way
If life permits then I may
Cry these tears another day
And wish the smile is here to stay

Even if the smile were to be fickle
Let not a single tear drop trickle
Run down my cheek in a hurry
These wounds I can easily carry

Ride the storm strong and unflinching
Pass these days with eyes blinking
No scrutinizing no over-thinking
No fear of this ship sinking

Life grants me certain distractions
All of them through my own actions
So I can be preoccupied
Take the rough patch in my stride