How many times did you moderate your joy
For you didn’t know if it was the right moment to rejoice
Weren’t there moments, when you made up tales
That your life wasn’t all hunky dory through the day
Even when you weren’t fazed
You pretended to look dazed
For you didn’t want to make him feel unhappy
And be caught guilty of being happy
Why make up sorrows and show the fear
Just to empathise with your lonesome dear
Why fear listening that all was good in your own life
While the spokesman confessed to walk on a knife
Is it unacceptable to smile at all times
Is it unadmissible to have no pain to hide
Why have to say, no I am as bad if not worse
Even when your life was so far from adverse
We all know life aint fair to all at once
So why do we end up searching sob companions in tonnes
Be a shoulder to a friend, don’t laugh at his downtrend
But don’t denounce your life for him to feel at home
For you never know, how soon you wont have happy streets to roam.
When everything is going your way and its just your day
Its time to bask in the sunshine and make hay
Not to feel guilty of being happy
To someone who was robbed of a perfect day.
