A Fountain

                                        A fountain I fear

                                        Is no more than a tear.

                                        A tear that comes to my eyes

                                        From the wounded or dead

                                        Blinding my eyes.

                                        If not that,

                                        Then the sadness of proverty.

                                        A tear comes to my eyes;

                                        When I see

                                        People helplessly watching others buy                                                   What they need.

                                        A tears to my eyes;

                                        When a building gets hit by planes

                                        With tons of people dying.

                                        By this time the fountain is overflowing;

                                        There is a fountain of happiness near by,

                                        But dare I go there

                                        Dare I take away happiness from another.

                                        I do dare.

                                        I shall dare to go and take happiness from                                         Another and give it to people that have                                                   Been in the fountain I have been in.

                                        That is the fountain of sorrow,

                                        That is a fountain I fear.