When your drove to devestation,
There is only one explanation,
Your true loves creation,
Yet trapped inside a gloomy shell,
And whatever you do to brake it,
You feel as though its hopless,
But just when your spirits almost broken,
They start to sing a happy song.
When you were only little,
You found it rather silly,
Yet you still know all the words to my silly little rhyme.
"Don't go galloping all alone,
Because you'll be known,
As that sad little kid,
Come on and open the lid,
To your happiness."
So you dug one thousand holes and filled one hundred bowls,
And then you learned the meaning of happiness,
is not to get self absorbed or vain,
yet what is better than graces
is lots of smiley faces,
That you made happy,
With a simple litle laugh,
