Allow the,

Heartache,

Be washed away,

By the River of Joy.

Flowing in, 

Right now,

At High Tide, 

From Prosper Valley,

Full of Gifts, 

For Ascendancy,

And Fulfilment.

The Mission,

Of this Blissful,

Emotion is to,

Replace,

All You lost, 

While seeking,

A Life of Purpose, 

Despite the avalanche,

Of tormenting thoughts

Sent to sway You, 

Off the path, set in stone.

Be Glad,

Admirable Soldier,

For the Season,

Has Changed, 

And You,

Who was once,

Homeless, destitute,

Begging for bread,

Will now become,

The Benefactor of many.