We’ll get through.
(words for little Angela)
To dance among the clouds so blue
and know I am so close to you.
To whistle tunes, those songs so rare
and dazzle me, your smile so fair.
To laugh back at those happy times
when life we shared in sunny climes.
Those moments when we ran and danced
and let the future’s course be chanced.
That ‘lightful glow when we’re together
makes no matter, any weather.
The simple things that bring us joy
are rarely those expense deploy.
Laugh and sing and smile, be free
these gloomy times away we’ll see.
To turn our backs on things so bad
and chase away what makes us sad.