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Why is it so easy to complain,
To express my sorrow in a story,
Make my pain something beautiful,

But...

When I'm happy, 
Which is a rare delight,
I can't find the words,
My mind goes blank,
And once that feeling goes away...
It's all forgotten

Why do I bear my sadness like armour, 
Why can't I hold onto happiness,
And keep it from blowing away,
Like glittering ashes in the wind.