on the threshold of a dream
I'd rather you guffaw than grieve.
I'd rather your dear heart you leave
Here with people that love you,
Understand when you feel blue.
I'd rather you learn to believe
That, no matter how wobbly, a smile
Can lighten your load for a while.
So, my friend, don't you frown
I'll be playing the clown
Cheering you on every mile.
So as you stand there by the sea
Know I wish you were dancing with glee,
That your laughter be heard
Disturbing those birds
And that from all sorrow you're free.
(Imp... that's a compliment, right? *G*)