No matter how dark and sad,
Remember the sound of your laughter,
It's ring calls you to the future
With the sound of yesterday,
When you shrieked and rolled on the ground,
Writhing and squirming,
For your stomach was sore,
You swore you had never laughed like this,
Now know that was not true,
For you had and will laugh again.
Playing dumb to the now,
Is playing numb to the feeling,
That takes away possibilities,
You can create tommorow,
For you were born to do,
That which no one can do.
See yourself with tomorrow's eyes,
And borrow tomorrow's truth,
Hear it ringing in your laughter,
For you were born to laugh again,
Yes you were born to love again,
For love repeats itself,
Just as your laugh repeats it's ting.
What if you let your laughter go
And someone kidnapped it for aransom,
A gold digger making you pay huge sums
For what you had and did not use,
Would you feel the loss for this
Treasure that sits in your hove
Unused for you refuse to be love,
Of the you who will laugh again
For they did day you would love again
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