I often look at myself and smile.
I don't know why, but the smile comes up anyway.
I wasn't like this before.
I have fought many battles,
Endured so much pain,
Cradled a battered heart,
And nursed a bruised soul,
Only to realize that my happiness always came from me and nothing else.
I will not give up, even if I have to fight for this happiness all my life.
I would bloom like the flowers after the harsh winter,
I will dance like the waves in the sea,
For I am alive! For I am living!
And that is the root of all my glee.
The only thing that matters is life itself,
Happiness is mine, that's within me.
For I am the source and I am the light,
The celebration of my existance is me!
The celebration is my dear happiness,
And it's mine! And will always be!