Written by: Andrew Crisci

I hate to see people wear long faces, as if they were ill,
making their day a boring one, perhaps thinking of an unpaid bill;
the first thing I do raising up is pull up my blinds:
let the sunrise gently kiss my pretty flowers!

Lots of times I fell into depression wanting to cry,
and shrouded in bleak thoughts, all I saw was shadows and darkness...
I couldn't breathe...I needed to escape, not die!
So in the briefest time, I took my stand against hurtful loneliness!

A new person was born, and that's no small victory...
as I kept telling myself, " For your heath's sake, smile! "
It worked like a cure, and my whole mind and body
were worry-free and feeling fine!