As the sun rises in the open air
There’s no more feeling of dread or despair
And the loving smile on a young warm face
Shines brighter than the white stars in space

On days of pink magic and cotton candy skies
Is where a happy child plays, skips and lies
And he frolics with his mother and with his tall dad
They love him, he knows, he mustn’t be any sad

A stuffed brown bear picks him up to see
All the sugar-tipped mountains and bushy dark trees
And adventures in fantasy continue to swirl
As the petals of flowers fly around and twirl

Reality for the grown-ups may not be so good
But the joy of the youngster will break the darkness (as it should)
So the cotton candy world carries on strong
As life continues to make a promising, beautiful song.