Tra La La La
Where is my joy?
Why do I write of sadness and pain
When it seems everyone else is dancing in the rain?
I know at times I’m happy
And when I see my children
My heart is full and grateful
As though there is no longing.
But when it’s time to write my thoughts
Or sing a tune…
My thoughts come out in melancholy dark and heavy croons.
So where is this joy that I know is deep inside?
Why do I still feel
It’s the last thing
I must hide?