Happiness
Andrew ‘’Andy’’ Powell, Bob Skeat
How many people can truly say
They can find hope every day?
Fear and loathing is all around
Hope fading fast and I'm going down
You're all I want, you're all I need
I'm searching for some inner peace
But memories just will not cease
They pierce my heart and take control
And leave no balsam for my soul
Happiness and a love fulfilled