in 2010

happiness
we all think we have it
we all say we have it
such liars
and people fall for the acts we put on
when deep down inside
they do the exact same play of a role

and we often wonder
where can i find this entriguing feeling people call happiness?
we search miles and miles
and still cannot seem to find it

is it something we recieve?
something we work for?
something we have to find?

we think happiness only works for big things
i have money
i must be happy
i have somewhere to live
yes, i suppose i am happy

and the little things
the things that spark the fire of happiness
we dim and hide away
those things dont matter
they are but a spec of dust in our lives

foolish people that we are

dont you see the little boy
no home
no family
no warmth
but he still has a smile on his face thats says
i have hope
and that
is happiness

what about the girl who gets bruised
by the untrue images people hammer upon her
but she looks up at the sky everynight
knowing
i have someone who loves me
he gave up his life for me
i am happy

and if only we were stripped of all our belongings
we would learn of happiness
for we would grasp tightly to the hand
which poured out blood for our life
and only then we would see that

nothing else in the world
nothing
can bring you happiness like the grasp of the one
who is the creator of happiness itself.