I did not think I could be happier
But now I realize that I was wrong
And though I'm sure sometime life will get crappier
Until it does, I'll let it glide along
Into the happy place where all is calm
And nothing rises to disturb the peace
Where though no Gilead there is still balm
And warmth, delight, and humor never cease.
I will continue in that pleasant vein
Joy reaching to the uttermost in me
Far from the humdrum world of doubt and pain
Somewhere inside for all eternity
So though of course I will not always fly
Some part of me will stay up in the sky.
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