Some say the sound of happiness
Is here and never quite so far
It lies beneath a wooden bed
The roar of trees, a shining star
That echoes, what else to expect
It disappears, as a memoir
Some say we are just at our best
When dreams are made reality
The morning is a new beginning
A thought becomes a key
And we know that we are winning
We are strong and steady like a tree
I say that happiness
Is our choice and a daily fight
We can expect so much less
A spark accompanies us at night
We can be glad we tried
And above all for every mess
