I will choose happiness
in my life to impress,
for when I'm corrupted by ire
I light my own funeral pyre.

Anger is a wasted emotion
which consumes my devotion,
to having love enter my soul
no more allowed to take it's toll.

Laughter is the antidote
to problems which my life's been smote,
I've spent too long in misery
now I'll have my liberty.

I'll move on with perfect ease
a smile upon my lips will tease,
so you will know that I've recovered
from all the hurt that was uncovered.