Joy Is A Bird

Joy is a bird.

That flies in and out my window. 


When it flies in my window.

It sings songs of happiness. 

Skies are blue; world at peace.

And all things bright; when it's here. 


When it flies out my window.

It leaves behind songs sadness. 

Skies are grey; world at war. 

And all things dark; when it's gone. 


Want to capture this bird forever. 

But it's best to set it free.

Because joy is a bird. 

That was meant to come and go. 


But still I know; when I'm down.

It will fly in to rescue me.                                                                                                      


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