By Sanskriti Singhal
Travel a land farther than you dream
On a ship to sail,
Or start to hike
A mountain you wish to scale.
And suddenly the clouds turn to grey,
Taking all the happiness away,
The hard drops as they fell,
Felt like hard words people tell.
He is mad
She is crazy
Took the life out of you.
They cut us just as sharp
As a knife passing through.
But suddenly the clouds parted
The sky shone bright blue.
Just because you talked to someone
Someone who understands you.
It's okay to want to talk
You must tell someone how you feel
Maybe it’s okay not to be okay
Because at the end of the day,
Storms don't last forever.