We allow our joy, To be robbed from us too much. The thief never points a gun, But instead, Politely says, "Give me your joy." A lot of us give it up, Even before the thief comes. Our joy is the light in our soul. Our joy is what gives us hope. Without it, How can we fulfill, Our earthly assignments? If you truly want to be happy, You have to fight for it. But many times, We have been taught, Happiness comes from everyone, And everything, Except ourselves. -Tamara Armour-