• Emerging from that giant, blue sphere
    And sliding down the smooth cheek
    I sometimes worry, I sometimes fear
    For the reason I was born as something so bleak
    I see another pass by me
    I ask, "Are you of joy as well?"
    He answers sadly, "I would've liked to be,
    However, I'm afraid sadness was present when I fell."
    I continue to slide, filled with regret
    That some had a less fortunate fate
    Like that other I met
    Who was of sadness or of hate;
    I alone thought I was bad for being a tear
    But knowing I was born from laughing eyes
    And feeling like I'm wanted here
    Makes me feel it's okay if someone cries.