Dying Happy

Happiness is grown
But where are the seeds

I have seen smiles in blackest night
Heard the growth of cheer and roar
Watched sparks become passionate fire
And I am a man
Dying Happy

Happiness is bugged
But where is the insecticide

I have watched petals stripped
Life given elsewhere
Foundations eaten away
And yet I am expected to stand
Dying Happy

Happiness is drugged
But where is the water

A woo hoo that shouldn’t be
Art misunderstood by me
Expected to love
And I have nothing
Dying Happy

Happiness is picked
But where is it grown

The girl all the bad guys want
Those who are successful
Ideas better than mine
And I die proudly
Dying Happy

Happiness is dying
But where is nature

The cruelty of man
A moment’s pleasure
For my pain
And you ask me to stay
Dying Happy

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