At the centre of the eye is boredom,
At the edge of silver is a shimmering smile,
The swirl of loneliness sounds like a single heart-beat echoing
The centre of the eye is blood red.
Toss sadness to the wind, and it will await your arrival,
Valley of Happiness, walk through and back down, devils beware,
Keep climbing to the top of tomorrow and find an old friend,
Toss sadness to the wind- it is a boomerang.