Yeah,
what's that?
Oh!
It's okay, 84.
Go to 86.
86.
Give it a little bit of pick up.
Yeah.
Alright, 85.
I wake up to the sound of pine trees singing in the wind.
It's like a symphony.
Nevergreen.
I pick up my guitar and play a chord
that brings me back into a memory.
So bittersweet.
What is happiness?
Little moments that just can't be planned,
I guess.
The joy we're feeling when we see the
sun again shining through the rain.
Right now,
that matters as we all catch a glimpse of happiness.
As we all catch a glimpse of happiness.
I
hold on to this feeling,
but the more I try,
the more it's running through my hands.
Like grains of sand.
It's fragile and it's temporary,
simple and it gets to me like poetry.
And I'm wondering what is happiness?
Little moments that just can't be planned,
I guess.
The joy we're feeling when we see the sun
again shining through the rain.
Right now,
that matters as we all catch a glimpse of happiness.
Living for the moments that we can't forget.
Dancing past the pain that we felt yesterday.
It didn't go away.
Right now, that matters
as we all catch a glimpse.
Of happiness.