I wonder what if I chose to be happy
Will that make you smile?
What if I don’t show my pain?
Will it mean for you I am happy yet again?
If I don’t frown or brood or hide a rotten mood
Will you think that with me all is good?
Or what if I don’t do any of that
And show myself inside out
No pretences, act or self inflicted doubt
Would you understand the feelings of my loneliness and pain?
Will you realize how much I want to be happy yet again…?
Of course I can choose to be happy if that makes you smile
But don’t you sometimes feel to be really happy with no garb, no pretence, no guile…?
It’s a feeling that comes from within and shows amongst the entire din
You watch a rainbow without any rain
You feel elated, joyful and game as if shown a spark of love again
