...as happy as they seem

Do angels cry above the clouds of broken dreams

Are the angel's stories not as pleasing as it seems

Do Angels stare out the window  looking of despair

And when around others she seems perfect, fine, fair

Do the ones that are the richest always wear a smile

Or do they simply let a tear fall every once in a while

Are the lives of rich as glamourous as their portrayed

Or do they cry upon their gold and let their smiles fade

Ask yourself this question and answer upon belief

Do you think the less fortunate always need relief

For perhaps happiness comes from other sources

Maybe the poor could, too follow happy courses

So when the world goes rich and people become perfect

Ask yourself if you'd be happy if the world couldn't disect

the happy from the sad or the morose from the blithe

or the perfectly imperfect from the perfect end of lythe