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Everyone around me is dropping like flies, while I'm just fine and dandy.
Serves 'em right, I've been sick for all too long,
While they were all too busy being pictures of perfection.
Now, I am the one swinging on the swing of happiness,
Feeling God's gentle breeze pass me.
Rays of sunlight fill me, burn away those dark chains that made my heart so heavy.
The birds sing there lovely songs, and the flowers blossom and bloom.
All the world falls apart around me.
But, I don't see a thing.
Nothing phases me in this world of delight and beauty.
The pain of the sting of death and decay is unknown to me, for I have not felt it.
In this world, I doubt that I am going to.
Disease, sickness, and malice are not found in this world, under any rock, behind Any door, locked away by some key; sin is not found here.
Only joy and beauty and solitude...


This world just has me feeling all too well.
The sad truth to it is, is that it is only a figment of my ever so vivid imaginiation.
I don't want to wake up from this, dream; I just want to stay here, forever,
In this world that has me feeling, all too well.