Rising With the wisp of smoke Falling With every rain drop Breaking Like china on the floor Ringing The bell of hope's door Helpless There's noone to call 'Tis life Full of rise and fall Behind the serene mask Of gleaming eyes Of smiling lips Of rosy cheeks Of untouchable auraAre The tears unshed Pain unsaid Anger unreleased Despair unexpressed And life gets going Without cares Who crys Who smiles Who is broken hearted And whos in joyous What a irony of life . . . .(hassy)