If living brings a tear of joy,
Then let's just find the other,
For I can not forgive the pain,
That comes from a lost brother.

When lies paint sadness upon a face,
We must search deep and long,
For being inside the human race,
Sometimes stops short the song.

If every word cuts like a knife,
Then have the bandages near,
For life is part the joy and strife,
When we all live in fear.

Just like the sad child who takes a look,
At things so shamed and forbidden,
Forever seeking the hopeful brook,
When joy sometimes is hidden.

If I could take the wordly lost,
And keep them safe and warm,
I'd never contemplate the cost,
Of saving most the swarm.

When night falls like a fiendish foe,
Remember what was revealed,
That all we thought we ever know,
Is hidden deep inside and sealed.

But ever so the optimist learning,
We leap hard when we should stagger,
Each moment closer to heaven so earning,
Life ****** forth some sharp dagger.