Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It asked a crumb of me
lets try to be optomistic ,
even if we are having abad day
there must be some thing good
risen-up , even in a gloomy day
try to look at the bright side,
dont tell me there isnt one
just look harder , see i-told you
no matter what happened in that day
you re still alive yaaaaaaaaa
so what you say my dear friend,
that you and i walk away -far away from a harmfull day –
together we say thank you GOD ,
at least we are alive -even if it
was for only today
