Every dark day has to shine

Behind every bitter woman is her wine

Oh, and when she wines

She makes every tall tale tell on her last dime

A very judgemental, such thing to do

She could be less of a lose cannon,

If she will simply blow her nose in a pillow-soft tissue

Fight back tears

Waste not one drop

No more baby tantrums

Especially not when the drama pops.

Some days it's okay

To keep the blues in tune

But one day,

You have to show your heart what it's rightfully due

Spare a few days,

And watch your green come around

It's brighter, it's lighter,

A day so precious

You'll begin to put your wine glass down.