it's always a grain of happiness in a multitude of sadness some one feels different from the crowd some where underground floating on a cloud when the dying no longer fears death bliss is all that's left every pain has a sedative a certain unexplained calmness a hand to hold "my condolences" fails to console the brokenhearted holding a fist full of water stay in a happy place don't venture off don't follow but in your own unique way show someone around you the way to freedom