No matter what happens in his life…he never speaks of pain
Instead he finds treasures in his troubles and pleasures in the rain.
When asked how he endures his suffering…how so easily he copes
he answers that he only thinks of love…of happiness and hope.
He thinks of life as an adventure and all the beauty there is to see…
He finds his peace in the kindness of his friends…in the warmth of his family.
He looks at all the beauty in the world…he finds his inspiration in the turtle dove…
for he knows if he’s to thrive in life…he must fill his heart with love.
He says he’s much too busy…to ever speak of pain…
too busy finding treasures in his troubles and pleasures in the rain.
To busy finding inspiration in the flight of the turtle dove...
too busy filling his heart with hope…with happiness and love.
For he knows outward beauty is fleeting…that one day it will depart
and he knows the only lasting beauty…is the beauty in his heart…
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