Cellar door - the way we fall!
Only time can stir the toll...

That could make us feel the things,
Better than its usual stink.

When we want to realize,
Trying to restore the size,
Of the hearts and our souls,
Burying all the matters cause.

When we feel we're not the same,
Nothing could bring us to shame,
Different senses filling mind,
Make us better, make us kind.

All the minuses pass away...
And good things come by again!
We feel fine and much emotions,
Our souls richer than oceans...