In the room they sit,
This tribe of gloom ridden people,
Some whispering to each other,
Sitting there as though the troubles
And the cares of the world are on their shoulders.
Suddenly comes a sound,
A wondrous sound that lifts the gloom.
The people smile and laugh and look,
Look for this sound,
They find it,
The most uplifting sound in the world,
The sound of absolute innocence,
Absolute pleasure,
That comes from a young child’s laughter.