In the depths of darkness, a heart is broken. In a broken heart lay settling sorrow  In the deep depths of sorrow light becomes visible  Happiness is sure to arouse.  Arousing happiness follows certain recovery.  With certainty of recovery a wound begins to mend.  The feeling of a mending wound  Happiness begins to flow.  Flowing of happiness  Soon to be me again, sorrow follows love  Recovery follows sorrow forevermore.