Bright side

Trapped inside my house,
trapped inside my mind,
hoping that I'll find a way 
to escape.

Suddenly I remember
the things that we still have,
things that we are thankful for,
things that make us laugh.

We still have music.
We still have poetry.
We still have art.
We still have dancing.
We still have imagination.

We are still alive
and that in itself
is something to be grateful for.

So look on the bright side,
look on the light side,
and then you will be
a light to all you see
and you will spread the glow.

Not everything is lost,
so try to look at 
what we've found.