Of all the things I e’er done,
The talks I miss the most,
Of which to night would not succumb,
Or morning force repose.

Of all the things I’ll e’er do,
I hope once more to say
The words which I had come to find
Were absent yesterday.

For all the things I wished I did,
I wish that I said less
As silence is much better heard
Than nonsense, I confess.

What does it mean to be happy?

Does it mean to smile and be free?

What does it mean. Really.

It is an emotion. Surely.


But I’m curious. What does it mean?

Can’t be something made by a machine.

Because in the end, it’s nothing new.

You can be happy or sad. Up to you.


It’s a choice. No matter what situation

Wether at home or across the nation.

It’s your choice to have get or to lose.

Being happy or sad. What do you choose?

Be positive, go seize the day!

Make all your demons go away.

Stand out, take a chance!

Come on, let's go dance!



Bring out the light in your eyes.

Let's get rid of all these lies.

Smile! Be happy today!

Turn your world vibrant, not grey!


Look, there are friends all around.

From high in the sky to down on the ground.

Turn things around, don't be sad.

You'll realize that living isn't so bad.


Don't think about going away.

Here with me is where you'll stay.

So don't say your life isn't okay.

We'll do this together, what do you say?

Conduits in a guarded hall
The millions of souls singing in unison
Of a similar silence of not fulfilling their vows
The music dances in the canopy of mosaic
Vicars garner sanguine spirits with a dance that sings
Old castles have inscriptions of the dead
And sagely spirits that haunt these very verses
Through these conduits run the blood of religion
Only the monks seem to be silent about it all