PLAIN AS THE DAYS
THAT THROUGH THE BLINDING RAYS
LOVE SO BRIGHT
BUT NOT TO ALL DOES IT LIGHT
THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD.
HAPPINESS IN A FORM THAT IS NOT SEEN
BUT FELT BY THOSE PUREST OF HEART .
THOSE WHO SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES
BUT LOVE FOR A LIFE TIME.
A BEAT THAT'S FELT BUY TWO
SEEN BY MANY EYES.
TO WITNESS THE SPARK OF THE LOVE THEY SHARED IN THE WORLD.
THE HAPPINESS THAT SPREADS TO EVERYONE
BUT DESTROYED BY MANY OF WRONGFUL JUDGEMENT
KILLED AND BEATEN HALF DEAD,
LIKE THE GLASS HALF EMPTY
AS IF THE HOUR GLASS HAS BEEN TURN'D
