Thanks

Keeping up with all we do,

the world expanding forth and through

the grey and gay of night time life

gives going forward some surprise



Now I shall never let ye see

the sadness that's inside of me

but if thou asketh, "The pain is where?"

I point to my chest and declare, "It's there"



The fact that ye saw, and ye asked,

will make me gasp, and happily bask

in the friendship that we have for free

and so, soon happy I will be.



I thank ye just for seeing me;

I thank ye just for being thee.