In this crazy life why, not focus on what we can celebrate,

spreading love instead of hate.

Until the memory of living for ourselves is faint.

Until it becomes a distant glow,

never to go out, because it reminds us to grow,

There is happiness, to be found 

real amazing things and people that should be kept around.

There are people who reach out to help another,

not for recognition, but because they stand as sisters and brothers.

There is happiness in the freedom to be myself,

to be confident enough to still ask for help.

I find happiness in laughter

in a joyous  pursuit of  everything that  i'm after.

People bring me such joy like my family 

because they have molded me into who I've always wanted to be.

So if you're asking me to tell you everything that brings me happiness

I cannot tell you, there's not enough words that can express.

But I can tell you that there is more good than bad

that hope does not die like the end of a fad.

I guess the number one thing that makes me happy or proud,

is that I've been given the chance to be be heard clear and loud,

to know my words have the power to resignate 

and potentially, maybe, someday I could change fate.