What would you do for a slice of happiness?
If you had it thrust before you
How far would you run?
How high would you jump?

What would you do for a slice of happiness?
If that happiness meant another’s despair

Blue eyed nobility are often bearers of Greek gifts
And the gentlest of kisses heralds love’s purest gift
But what would you do for a slice of happiness?
If you had it thrust before you
How far would you run?
How much would you risk?
If your sheer hope of happiness – equals another despair?

The future is here now
In the life we live and the actions we daily take
If it feels right, why can’t it be right?
Why must one shiver in fear over stolen kisses?
Why must one steal kisses?
But what isn’t mine isn’t!
Because freely given or not – the cub is the lion’s

So then, what would you do for a slice of happiness?
If you had it thrust before you
As the future slips away – undecided
And a chance for happiness – is perhaps never realized

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