In the depths of darkness, a heart is broken. In a broken heart lay settling sorrow 
In the deep depths of sorrow light becomes visible 
Happiness is sure to arouse. 
Arousing happiness follows certain recovery. 
With certainty of recovery a wound begins to mend. 
The feeling of a mending wound 
Happiness begins to flow. 
Flowing of happiness 
Soon to be me again, sorrow follows love 
Recovery follows sorrow forevermore.