I know Happiness.
She’s very sweet.
I enjoy our talks each time we meet.
But I speak with her far less than I witness.
But Melancholy is my friend.
He came one day.
I was sad and tired…
I didn’t want to play.
He took my hand.
To help me stand.
And gave me a hug.
And I felt the strings on my heart tug.
He stays with me now.
To fend off sadness.
Though sometimes he can be a bit protective around gladness.
He means well.
And I enjoy his stays.
It really keeps those darkest clouds away.
We understand each other.
Real friends through and through.
Though he might just look like sadness to you.
I know Happiness.
She’s very sweet.
I enjoy our talks each time we meet.
But she never stays long.
She tends to leave before the end of the song.
So when I sing,
From my balcony,
I sing
With my friend Melancholy.
That's awesome Julia.
















