Too many never hear it, though its sound can help us heal
though children know its rhythm; its love they always feel.
It’s a thing become uncommon in this hectic world today;
it’s the sound that is the beauty of children when they play.
It’s always there inside us if we choose to let it free;
it is, of course, the laughter that dwells in you and me.
So maybe in the days ahead we should let spirits soar
and throw our heads back far and let the laughter roar.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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