In a world,
Where no one can stand,
Without a little help,
From another man.
Our people struggle,
We stagger along,
To have a place,
To call our own.
We make money,
If we're ever so lucky,
And slink along those days,
That tend to be grungy.
What people don't know,
Is how to be happy,
How to move along,
And live a life not to shabby.
The one thing left,
for the world to learn,
is that happiness isn't found,
And it isn't earned,
It was inside all along,
Next to the thing we call greatfull,
Far from the wrong,
And next to the faithfull.