Beary ... Feary ... Teary .... Weary

Don't think that there is no wise thoughts in the mind, when the lips are sealed
The eyes that roved, the ears that are pricked, silence is a will
Observing the one who spoke, who blurted, who angered, who sighed
In many of the actions, and reasons, there, humor enlighted
But there is no laughter, the air is densed with intensity
The humor is a snigger, especially when the heart is at the edge.

No matter is ever so huge, that there is no solution
Even pain is nothing permanent, not emotions
Yet sometimes understanding, doesn't mean it is easy to bear
Looking brave and courageous, fear can still linger in the back
Even when there is no indication of much sentiments, there are tears
Even upon the face, a smile wears.

Advices are not given freely, not that they are chargeable
But when sometimes a friend only want a listener, not a counsellor
The wisdom that is not share, is not lost forever
Although it seems like a gift that is useless
At the back of the head, lingers the thoughts that are fresh
When the wisdom is required, it can be acquired in a flash
Yet in the meantime, silence is respect
For a friend who is just a friend in need of a shoulder.

Beary ...
Feary ...
Teary ...
Weary ...

In the heart, in the mind, bear the similar feelings
Fear the most of what everyone has feared before
The eyes many times have tears many more folds
Until the soul is weary and lie down to die.