Someday I will tire of anger,
And being mad at a world that fails to meet expectations. 
I will finally understand the trick the devil plays;
That short-lived pleasure found in outbursts of spite,
Always melt slowly into sickly guilt that eats the soul.

Someday I will shout out loud,
“there has to be a better way.”
All Heaven waits to hear my call.
Then God will dispatch angels to accompany me home,
And to slowly wake me from my troubled dreams.
Finally pointed in the right direction, I will see the silliness of all my fears and fantasies,
as my lightened soul becomes the one true source of my smile.