No you cannot spring up colors into the depth of my soul
Dark heap of ashes casting shadows across
So afar I cannot outstretch, cannot take a grip of my departing self
Which drew in all the blaze, so you stay away from conflagration
Are you so naive to think a flower blossoms in a ground of cinders?
No you cannot step in and lift the leaden sorrows
Keeping my facade from floating away
A bonhomie dying everyday, hiding behind this semblance
A gloominess sowing seeds in every corner, enclosing my every breath
How callow of you to think it will be a jovial unfurling..