Many injustices he has suffered.
When will my sorrow end the tiny man asks.
Day and night.
Hour to hour
Then a good friend comes along
And lifts his soul up
Joyous they are
Just as the grass springs up in the springtime
They likewise beam with such energy.
It just takes a smile
A nice friend
A holding hand
To rejuvenate dimmed hopes.
To make a human open their eyes,
And see where their compass guides them.
A giant the tiny man has become,
Insurmountable sadness he has overcome.
Now he stands tall,
And returns good for good to all.