Light shines through the black clouds of depression,
As the golden rays penetrate your skin you feel it,
Happiness is the cure to any sickness,
Never a better feeling when you can feel the smile,
You let your inner soul out to soar like a crow in the air,
A great aura cascades around you collapsing despair to its god-forsaken knees,
Each inexhaustible breath through your smile is its nail in a coffin,
Shielding you from the inferno yet to come,
One can only understand what its like to be happy when its been stripped from them,
So lest we remember what it truly means To Be Happy.