Waiting around
to laugh and smile,
never has been
my style.
Life beat my behind
so hard,
I had to cheer up my
aching heart.
All around,
others were getting
the same,
life beats us all
in its game.

The more I pained,
the harder life rained.
Many I know,
never even made
the show.
I felt my turn
was coming,
but I had no plans of
easily succumbing.

Chase me,
Run me down see!
That's just what
the devil's been doing,
sooner or later
I'll be going.
For Satan
I'm a hard case,
he has a hard time
knocking the smile
off my face.

This is the key
in the game,
how easily we go down
in flame.
Some give in easily
too down,
others fight hard
every round.
When the devil
totally collects our joy,
it's easier for him to 
completely destroy.

Who needs joy when
everything is good,
it's easier to have
in this mood.
We need to use
joy as a sun,
when bad times
comes too stun.

Don't put a smile on my face,
while I'm holding an ace.
Give me some joy at heart,
when I'm down and torn apart.

G