When you start the day
With a bunch of complaints
And a brimful cup of old sorrows,
Don’t think the sun with sadness
Will hide its shining face,
Or stop planting hope in hearts!
For shadows will never cast its gloom
Upon aspiring souls,
Nor sparrows will stay hushed
To listen to the dismal tone;
And that, if today you seek the dark and silence
Tomorrow, your soul will be thirst
For those shining rays and sweet melodies.