For in pain ,we find weakness but i draw strength.
In distress,we find sorrow,whilst i find delight.
For in valleys and steeped mountains,
I find savages,fit for masterpieces.
From melodic graphites,
To artistic pallets,
Roaring applauds and heartfelt curtseys,
The things i love most are those that lay with me,,
In the LONELY HOURS!