On a good day my eyes shine,
my hair of course looks right,
my heart is full of laughter,
and my soul rests deep at night.

On a good day, I can listen
to all who need to say,
things of life and happenings,
and if things go their way.

On a good day, I breathe easy,
knowing all is well,
but when a bad comes,
are my dreams all shot to hell?

When I see no progress toward them
I must hold fast on to,
gloom will pass unnoticed
if I see hope when I am blue.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli