We Are
- Happy, when we're singing, harmonizing
- like we did when we were children,
- slinging tunes against the tiles of our bathroom morn.
- Happy, when we're laughing, being looney,
- breaking stressful moments, making them our own.
- Happy, when we're crying, 'cause our tears are wells of learning,
- some reflection of the fears and joys of traveling,
- and of facing our returning, and of wondering
- if we're finding our own space to live and grow.
- Happy, when we're moving, toward the warmth of friends awaiting,
- not quite knowing when we're going where we're going,
- but believing when we get there that we just might find
- the strength to carry on.
- Happy, when we're driving, with the wheels below us turning,
- free of other peoples' schedules, full of fears and hopes and freeway passings,
- seeking out an understanding of just who and where
- We Are.