To say that I’m fine is lame thing to say

It never is true in the smallest of ways

I am good or I’m bad, I’m not in-between

When I say which you’ll wonder, where have I been

I feel a faint smile grow deep down inside

It’s keeping my going, through life’s crazy ride

I have reasons to giggle to cry and to shout

To droop, and to laugh and to grumble about

But when I look, and look very deep

I see it is natural to sow what I reap

But to sow what I reap, means reaping again

What I already reaped, now listen my friend

I’ll sow something different, something that’s new

Something when reaped will make others sow to

I can pass cheer from one, from one to another

Not only to friends, I have many brothers

For by giving them glee when they seem so down

They will feel loved, and they’ll pass it around

And then I will say, as I look at the sky

“I’m glad that I passed all my sad feelings by”

Remember that when in your hardships you’re bound

There is a great beauty to see

There is always treasure, for you to be found

Whenever we live in our un-certainty