A man misunderstood

 

 

There he was, appreciating the rain
When there was a storm raging in his heart

He was always smiling
But was he ever happy?

There he was, basking in the sun
When he was living under a black cloud

He was always lending a helping hand
But was he ever not alone?

There he was, a man
Misunderstood

- S.T. Arasu