My Little Bag of Joy
In this road we call life
I carry with me sunshine,
To spread joy from the deepest sea
to the distant skyline.
When feeling down, not making a sound
I open up my purse,
I peek inside, and Lo! and Behold!
My bad feelings disperse.
When the grayest rain-cloud flies over my head
and brings a heavy storm,
I open my bad and Voila!
That rain can't do me any harm!
When the lights go out, I'm timid as a mouse
And all hope seems to be gone
I let out my light and open my eyes
to see the beautiful dawn.
In this road we call life
I carry with me sunshine,
To spread joy from the deepest sea
to the distant skyline.
I Carry With Me: Sunshine
Copyright © Hosea Griffith | Year Posted 2011
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