Happiness is coming to me i can hear it whisper
Shining it's light on me, slowly drifting
scraping my tears away much quicker
voices in my head are getting me thinking

Happiness is coming to me,showing me the meaning of love
Happiness is showing me what its like to know how to feel
Seeing the person the next day. its like watching a innocent white dove
reminding us how to act on the feelings that we have are real

bringing joy just by walking down the street
Listening to the sounds of the city,
finding happiness walking through the sand in your bare feet
everything is going perfect, feelings of immunity

happiness is what keeps you alive
its what keeps lives from falling apart
keeping people to continuously live their life to thrive
the happiness of us all, freshening our souls from the very start

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