If we were always happy,
And never stopped to cry,
Our lives would be a misery,
A contradictory lie.

If on our faces smiles stayed,
And never went away,
Prayers of thanks would not be prayed.
For what then could we pray?

If we had not seen good and bad,
We couldn’t see the right.
Two together, happy and sad.
Just…

The warmth of the sun on my face,
Brightness which makes me close my eyes,
How could there be a better place?
There isn’t one that money buys.
It isn’t sun which makes me glad,
It’s not the colour of the sky.
Although these things don’t make me sad,
They still are not the reason why.
The reason…

As sun appears on morning new,
Lifting steam from night time’s dew,
I’m looking to the year ahead,
Things to be done, and to be said.

I’m looking at the year that’s passed,
Hoping all the good times last,
I hope this year will not be bad,
I hope I’m happy and not sad.

At times I’ve laughed…