When a child is born,

A mother is born

When a mother is born,

A spark of love is born

When a spark of love is born,

There's a never-ending bond between them

When there's a never-ending bond,

Trust is born

When trust is born,

Empathy for one another is born

When empathy for each other is born,

One must part with the one who has supported them their whole lives and will always and always has been there for them.

make the world a happy place
wear a smile upon your face
fill it up with lots of joy
make your life become your toy
sing and dance and laugh all day
make your life be bright and gay.

when your feeling down and sad
wear your smile and make it glad
make life happy its all worth while
give your life a happy style
keep life happy never dull
then you can lead it to the full

Never
   Give
      Up
        On
          Love

Never
   Go
      In
        Search
             For
                 Love

Never
   Make
      Love
         An
             Occupation

Never
   Let
      Love
          Confine
              You

Know
   You
      And
          Make
              You
                  Happy

Make
    Your
        Happiness
              Your
                   Responsibility

Compared to most creatures,
Our life on Earth is long.
The question is will we
Live full and finish strong?

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

They think my nerves are cold
steel; they call me unnn-real, like
I'm a big deal; they think I'm all
fight, that I've gained deeper in-
sight. Like I'm alright. Like I don't
cry. And all I did was not die.