Ah... it just ain't right:

A bright bird fade into white

And we all stay here

Gone out to drink our our beer

Just to ease overwhelming plight.

Think it's funny, right?

Wrong! Even Magic and/or Might

Can't bring it back life

without causing further strife;

Now, hope flies on with a kite.

Oh, little children

Please do not become sadden;

Even from the dark rim

Everyone had all liked him

Even Two and a Half Men.

Depression shan't win

For there's no recycle bin;

It claimed its own prize

But cannot truly realize

Others can be seen past Fin.

We have the power

To raise a little flower;

Even on desolation

Life triumphs devastation

With energizing shower.