Sorrow or Beauty

This world is full of pain and sorrow,
still I rejoice for this time that I can borrow.

When I feel like a ship lost at sea,
there always seems to be a lighthouse beckoning me.

Sometimes the anger builds so deep,
like a volcano awakening from sleep.

So I ponder on the beauty in things,
this gives me strength to grow my wings.

When I soar above all that is bad,
my soul is free from feeling sad.