Thanks to the unhappiness for all the happiness it brought
Thanks to the chains once bound for today's freedom
Thanks to the wood that digged empty so that played the musics to be lute
Thanks to the cups that once carved that become full of wines
Maybe thanks to the hater who brought me all these through
Or else where would I see the light of life someday
Babette Teeth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanks-all-for-the-miserires/
