It is the simplest of joys that woe the most
The short wave, the brief hello
That can bring a smile to the darkest day.
As the simple joys grow to hugs and conversations,
The sorrow is lightened.

The dark cloud
Remembrance of shame
That once hovered over
And blocked these simple joys.
Will forever dim these joys.

A light can shine though these clouds
Can bring hope to the lost.
All that is needed
Is the acceptance of these simple joys.