The Brighter the Exterior, the Darker the Interior
The Higher the Superior, the Lower the Inferior
The Happier the Clown, the Sadder the Man
The Closer I Came, the Further You Ran
For Every Joke, There is a Tear
For Every Joy, There is a Fear
For Every Smile, There is a Sigh
For You to Live, I Have to Die
Where Birds Fly, Frogs will Fall
Where Heaven Awaits, Hell will Call
Where Company Stands, Lives feeling all Alone
Where You are the Renowned, I am the Unknown
There are no Genies, who can be set free
There is no Truth, Which is easy to see
There is no Blanket, to Warm all the Cold
There is your Green Youth, and My Gray Old
In the River, Lies Thirst
In the Best, Hides the Worst
In Peace, bears a Fist
In Your Life, I do Not Exist