Feelings can be numbed,
As the sun can be hidden
For tears there is a fund,
Restocking always so, sudden

As calm as a cloud
Floating overhead,
Without making a sound
I forget what's been said

Treading lightly on my feet
Ears muffling trouble,
Not at the edge of my seat
I remain steadfastly humble

Put the pride back to sleep,
Knowing it will wake tomorrow
Looking farther than skin-deep,
Will I continue solo?