Happiness, that elusive feeling, that sense of meaning;
The warmth of the hearth on a cold winter’s night;
A cool breeze on a stifling summer day, keeping me from steaming;
A kind word from a friend in the darkest hour of despair, making everything all right;
Happiness is not be searched for and seldom to be found;
Real, it is worth more than anything, more priceless than precious stones and gold;
It will release you from the crippling shackles of depression, you will no longer be bound;
In that prison of suffocating darkness, the keys to your heart only you shall hold.