The grass grows ever greener but thyne eye stays wet with moisture. 
Your tears caress your withered soul but do not break upon thy hardened breast. You fail to see the dust perched upon my eyes for they have seen but not forsaken. Dare you tempt into the depths of dismay then be weary of your steps once taken. The mind can play tricks but is not thy Jester, hold your chin to the sun and may no harm be asked of you. I write these words to form a bridge not a tunnel for light doeth not reach beneath the surface of thy earth. Take these words and hold them dear to your heart.