I sometimes wonder of finding happiness
and what that happiness would mean?
I once thought that love could solve man's ills
though I learned it's only a dream
in a life long before true love was mine
…I just squandered all that I had
till love walked out and found a home
…leaving me only a life that's more sad
I then thought that money could buy all my dreams
surely happiness would this time was mine…?
but all that I bought was a lust born of madmen
…washed down with all that felt fine
happiness a word that just carries my burdens
each new day only a good day… outside
for inside the sunlight only shines in the morning
till the daylight is turned into night.
