Woven Happiness

I spend my days weaving smiles
For all the children in the yard
So they can see the good in all
And never feel to far
From the comfort that love sends us
And the joy that friendship brings us

I spend my nights crying tears
To fill the belly of depression
So I can have the strength
To never ask a question
To ever wonder what would’ve happened
To ever think about what could’ve happened

I spend my days being colorful
So the children can see the light
That shields them from the darkness
And never feel to slight
To all the beauty others may possess
And to all the power they may possess

I spend my nights under the siege
Of an ever-growing hell
All I can do is fight back
With a half-empty heart to compel
Compel me to always look on the bright side
To always see the golden side

I spend my days progressively
Always helping the children around
Never realizing all I’ve done
To help to start the mound
The mound that signifies the death
My death, my spirits death

I spend my nights now digging
My new eternal bed
The place I will forever lay
And forever rest my head
This hole I dig is for all time
This hole I dig ends my time