“Happiness on a mountain, my dreams are on another Making them meet, is like seeing through the eyes of Stevie Wonder Even if you try a boulder, its like a shrug off the shoulder Heres a penny for your thoughts, but a hundred dollars wouldnt matter My view is that of two mounds of a breast, couldnt get any better Through the valley of death, will be my last letter Slice through an onion and youll feel my tears Even if you shake me with your spears I quit with no fears”
