Creating Happiness It’s a block of flats, five stories high In each room there’s a story Could be a tale of loneliness It could be one of glory But mostly I see poor damned souls Who have no place to go In many of these rooms, my friends No happiness does glow. Well me, I’ve lived here for a while I have my little room It’s where I sit and write my poems And cut through all the gloom By banging on my old guitar And singing out my songs Or playing my harmonica Sometimes the whole day long. It seems the music calms the souls Of all these hurting guys Cause most of them that live in here They never pass me by Without a wave and a friendly smile Maybe this be my thing Amidst all of this misery Some joy in here to bring.