LAUGHTER

IT'S THE ECHO IN A HOUSE OF PRESSURE
ITS THE RIVER
IN THE DESERT OF WORRIES

WHEN IT COMES FROM THE HEART
IT BREAKS THROUGH THE VERY PROBLEMS
WE SEEM NOT TO UNDERSTAND
IT IS LIKE THE SMELL OF ROSE

IT IS RAINFALL AFTER SO MANY YEARS OF DRAUGHT
IT IS BEAUTIFUL WHEN THE TEARS DRY UP
AND THE EYES ARE WRINKLED SORE
LAUGHTER WOULDN'T MIND TO CRACK THE LIPS ONCE MORE

ONE DAY I'D LAUGH
THAT LAUGHTER THAT WOULDN'T BE HELD BACK
BECAUSE OF MOMENTARILY PRESSURES

THOUGH I WISH IT COULD BE NOW
BUT I CANNOT DECEIVE MYSELF 
I MEAN THAT LAUGHTER
THE ONE THAT CAUSES YOU TO CRY
BECAUSE THE PAST BECOMES A DREAM
A DREAM GONE WITH THE NIGHT

I MAY MAKE DO WITH A SMILE NOW
BUT ONE DAY I'D LAUGH
SP MUCH MY VERY SOUL WOULD KNOW!!!!!