I wish they were poems. They are not. They are cries of my soul and happiness that dropped from my eyes as tears. They are witness to my flight of freedom and testimony of my shackles. I am but a rainbow, made of smile and tears, so are the Ruby Drops. These are feeling of a girl growing up. It has elements of fairly tales, the Prince Charming, to monsters to facing reality of life. It is a journey of smiles and tears.