Happiness is a thing on earth
All want from time of birth,
Running through your whole life
Until you hit death's cold knife.
Some people upon death are glad,
Perhaps looking back at the life they had.
Even the small things in life,
Xenon bulbs making theatres bright,
Indians dancing in a starlight night.
Some people try to make you mad,
Even when it only makes them sad.
Villians they are, all alone,
I wish to make them feel at home.
Live your life they way you will,
For in the end, you'll pay your bill.