Post by idinosaur on May 6, 2011 12:11:53 GMT -8
Happiness Pure
A heart of gold
So brave and bold
A treasure of tears
Which one's quest does near
Twilling of bird song
Through the forest does throng
And through the quaint din
Arrows on the clock spin
For time is a precious thing.
A person cannot breathe
When happiness they cannot leave
For if emotions did not exist
Nothingness would rule with an iron fist
For shock so heart-stopping
And spirit so eye-popping
Why let happiness dominate?
We are nothing if without our trusty sword
Which we wielded to slay the ruling lord
So nothing does rule that will be such a fool.
So brave and bold
A treasure of tears
Which one's quest does near
Twilling of bird song
Through the forest does throng
And through the quaint din
Arrows on the clock spin
For time is a precious thing.
A person cannot breathe
When happiness they cannot leave
For if emotions did not exist
Nothingness would rule with an iron fist
For shock so heart-stopping
And spirit so eye-popping
Why let happiness dominate?
We are nothing if without our trusty sword
Which we wielded to slay the ruling lord
So nothing does rule that will be such a fool.