In the world of pain and pleasure
The cycle of fall and rise goes on;
Love and harmony are the treasure
The seed of humanity ever grows on.

Tears might be rolling and falling
Down the bleeding cheeks of the weak;
But smiles are the gleams of God
Sure to play on pious lips of the meek.

In the life of meeting and parting
'Loving' and 'missing' will also be there;
While some feel loved and cuddled
Some keep sweet memories in prayer.