I know your problems are getting tougher,

And you don't know where to start,

I know that they've invaded,

Headed straight for the heart,

And  I know to you it just seems to get rougher,

But life my dear is art,

Every second a paint stroke created,

A chance for the storm to part,

The canvas of fate will not define you,

But how you handle it just might,

This my dear you' already knew,

So let  your painting show your radiating light,

Promise,  me you'll follow through,

And hold your paintbrush tight,

Soon enough the pain will subdue,

And when it's done you'll wake up a better you.