The soul cries out,
In the soft glow of morning.
Trying to understand life.

Happiness and heartache,
Goodness and sorrow,
Is their a balance in site?

We work so hard,
Trying to be happy,
But shouldn't that be the easy part?

Loving and wanting,
Giving and caring,
That is a good place to start.

Giving yourself
The right to be happy,
Is sometimes the hardest thing.

But when you do,
And accept it fully,
Then your soul can sing.


Copyright
1999
~*SW*~

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