If nature have it's storms
Why shouldn't I have it on my own?
But I seek the quiet days of beauty
When everything is new
And green and growing

Yet another day
To feel sorrow or be gay
But for the rest of my days
I have chosen happiness
Should I wish for less?

I have survived a harsh childhood
Sisters who decieved
Children with disabilities
And the divorce

But the source
For my happiness
Is I know happiness
Is a choice
Although we may not always rejoice

When looking retrospect
I am a spectator of my own life
Hanging out my heart on a hook
If you would look
You would see it dangling

Embrace the season you are in
Live life to the fullest
Even the cruelest
days will pass
And you will sing