When people die
People cry.
As the dead float up to a happy place,
Loved ones stay below with a frowning face.
Memories flow,
As we remember and know
How happy the dead were and wanted us to be.
We now begin to finally see
That we shouldn't be trapped inside
The despair over a loved one who's died.
We should smile,
Have fun,
And laugh a while.
We should be happy.
We should be free
From the grasp of unhappy memories.
We should laugh out loud,
Be joyful, and shout
For all of the world to hear
That we can be happy still.
People cry.
As the dead float up to a happy place,
Loved ones stay below with a frowning face.
Memories flow,
As we remember and know
How happy the dead were and wanted us to be.
We now begin to finally see
That we shouldn't be trapped inside
The despair over a loved one who's died.
We should smile,
Have fun,
And laugh a while.
We should be happy.
We should be free
From the grasp of unhappy memories.
We should laugh out loud,
Be joyful, and shout
For all of the world to hear
That we can be happy still.
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