
A Chorus,
Of Happiness,
Of singing,
Of writing,
Is what we all need now.
Write, sing and be very happy.😋😄😄😃
Adios!

A Chorus,
Of Happiness,
Of singing,
Of writing,
Is what we all need now.
Write, sing and be very happy.😋😄😄😃
Adios!

There is nothing hidden from him,
No pain,
Can be held behind the curtains,
No truth can be hidden.
He cries in our truth,
In love,
In pain.
He smiles at our foolishness.
But loves.
There is truly nothing hidden,
Any anguish which you may feel,
Reaches him much before,
You can imagine.
There is nothing hidden from him.
Do believe it.
Adios!

Love in truth,
Is a ride on the mountains.
As higher you go up,
The tougher it becomes..
For God loves us,
And it is we who fail to receive.
Still we do receive it,
As love truly and only comes from him.
Adios!

In the night,
A bird flies,
Deep into tje skies,
Into a place unknown,
Where it resides.
It loves its journey,
From the earth to the heaven,
Flying great depths,
For the sake of its children.
Lots of love to them all.
Adios!

Singing with love,
The boy caught the train.
The journey was more humorous,
Than it being awesome.
Singing with love,
The boy saw many things,
What attracted him the most,
Was the speed with which the things moved.
He had two apple pies with him,
And rest his parents bought from the vendors,
The rest and whole of it was a very happy journey.
Blessed aren’t we all?
Adios!