if happyness isn't going to be found
then will we all be gone?
like a whisper made by the wind
a child crying to his mom
like a fire put out by the rain
a star who fades throughout time
if happyness becomes a crime
if it is a narrow road, while sadness is the big lane
then what will be done?
when nobody is kind
and everyone lives for his own
will happyness be around?