"It doesn't snow where we live, so we make angels in the dirt,
Share honest laughs on swingsets, pick daisies from the earth,
Give bouquets to sad-faced strangers, and wish on dandellion seeds;
We spread smiles via contagion, as if joy were a disease.

There once was knowledge on my tongue, in an ever-increasing dose,
Serenity in my lungs, and excitement up my nose.
I'd put poison in my veins, whilst truth trickled down my throat,
But no chemical, no pain, could stop this love from coming out."