Be Brave My Child

When Sorrow seems to pester you,
For some reason you don't want people to know,
Be brave my child,
Bear it upon your own shoulders,
For no one will completely understand,
Why Sorrow will want to follow you.

When Sorrow comes avisiting,
Tears seem to be only thing you can give,
Mix them with paint,
Paint pictures that will turn Sorrow,
Into the Joy that you want.

For Sorrow you have to tell,
Never are you welcome.
Joy is now my new friend,
The pictures now painted,
With tears of Joy I can give.