Just hold that happy thought, Peter

Just hold that happy thought, Peter,

As you walk through life's rougher terrain.

For happiness, they say, is there

Within the pain.

And though you struggle every day,

With worries, fears, and endless stress,

Just close your eyes and think of play

And let your heart do the rest.

For laughter echoes like a chime,

And joy surrounds you like a hug.

It's all just a matter of time,

Before your troubles are unplugged.

But hold that thought, young Peter dear,

For fate has other plans, it seems.

And though you grasp for happiness near,

It slips away like silvery streams.

For tragedy strikes with a heavy blow,

And heartache grips you like a vice.

And all your laughter starts to slow,

Until there's nothing left but sighs.

The world, once bright and shining bright,

Is now a bleak and dreary place.

And every day feels like a fight,

As you struggle to keep pace.

Just hold that happy thought, Peter,

And let the memories sustain.

For though the present may be bitter,

The past still holds sweet refrain.

And though your heart may ache with pain,

And tears may flow like falling rain,

Just hold that happy thought in vain,

And know that joy will come again.