My Sketchbook

Happiness I would let the world know the griefs would be buried in my mind when I take the last bow would love to leave a joyous trail behind. Smiles I would let the world see the tears would lie hidden in my eyes when the earthly bond sets me free would love to leave a memory of sunrise. Dark nights they are all mine rivers of sorrow in my veins I would tell you only of sunshine would love to leave no trace of my pains. Little happiness is all I would expose my sketchbook of each silver line when the days for me come to close the graved sadness would be all mine.