Be it with my Demons of The Night.
The ones that supply my fright.
My friend The Perfectionist.
Who acts like a pessimist.
My scars, opened up to death and sin
We can all find happiness hidden deep within.
Be it with a Cherry Tree.
The tallest that the inner eye can see.
Or the queer down on Maple.
Whose choice is his staple.
I can find happiness, within you and me.
