The happiness is scarce But the tears are plentiful Stories unwritten But bound to be pitiful
The happiness is scarce Joy's rare but pain's common You see it on the streets With the crimes and the bombings
The happiness is scarce A source un-renewable So we store it for later And ignore all the beautiful
The happiness is scarce But we refuse to use it Maybe that's why We continue to lose it
The happiness is scarce But the tears are plentiful The only way to stop it Is to make it all wonderful
I think that maybe if we used up all of the happiness the only consequence would be a small struggle to make more. And maybe that struggle will build something beautiful. Now first we've got to find away to get the happiness