Bouncing happy can't contain
this beauty born from struggle and pain
I know I annoy those still in the dark
who eye me like a hungry shark

It's not that I am actually annoying
it's just that their misery is so cloying
it's needy and saps all of their strength
they go on and on about it at length

I want to hand them a bottled cure
but there's one thing that I'm very sure
that if they looked for help from God
they would not feel like dirt that trod

everybody trying to use them for stuff
taking and taking, it's never enough
nice to everyone so they won't be hated
but never feeling their appetites sated

So now I go on my merry way
and for these souls, I often pray
I sometimes see them start to change
but there's only so much in my range

So turn from your misery, turn to hope
the self-help obsessively saying don't mope!
Like, oh, well I'll just be happy then
this is not within the ability of men

You cannot do this all your own power
to sit at the top of some imaginary tower
You were built to rely on a loving Creator
Make that decision now! There may not be a later