My Quest is Clear

I see why your head is in your hands
but as despair cannot be allowed
Lady I will make you smile.
 
By such sorrow you make known
there is no silver lining in your cloud
I see why your head is in your hands.
 
I do dare to presume
I can pull back that sorrowful shroud
Lady I will make you smile.
 
With sobs so heartrending
as your spirit is wrinkle-browed
I see why your head is in your hands.
 
My quest is made crystal clear
I must make you unbowed                  
Lady, I will make you smile.
 
It may take me some time
but still I dare to say out loud
I see why your head is in your hands
Lady, I will make you smile.

By AJA