Happiness
Through the mud
I trudge,
With a burden I must bear
(Though in my heart there beats
A drum,
The drum of liberation from despair)
Through the sand
I push,
With the load of all my cares,
Through the water
I wade,
With the weight of all my sorrow
(Though in my heart
The river of blood
With strength and defiance glows)
Through the heat
Of the glaring sun,
I fend off Remorse’s blows
Then at last,
Long, long last
I come to the land of rest
(When at last
I trust
That it’s my heart that knows what’s best)
Then at once,
All at once
I remove these burdens from my chest,
And finally
I breathe
Air that tells me I am free
(For in my heart there rings
A bell,
The bell of liberty)
And Happiness,
That joyful soul,
At last, he dwells in me.
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