The Sinusoid

Whilst my mirth and anger sinusoid within daddy's umbrella of care .......

How can I, not be cross,
When emotions of mine, you kick and toss
They fill me up with rue and pathos,
Your words of dust, dirt and moss.

Yet how long can the anger stay ?
Time does heal, all must fade away.
Frowns must go, come smiles and gay
Its the darkest before the break of day

For the love we share is meant to be,
Cause all the streams belong to the sea