We talk about, we lament about, and dance around all, the sad and sorrow and lost, but we never give a penny or a toss, we never crow and shout, scratch notes and laugh, tell every one about, this good. The life we live, the breathe we heave, children tossed in clear air, against blue skies, falling on green grass, soft upon the happy hearts that break each day. Hope that throws out loss, light burning through the days and a love that never fails. Burn the bad, grow the good, let the world know, hope grows with the flowers, shining beyond a dawn, fading nights, of dancing glee. Life is good, tell the world, it is well with my soul.