What if I were very, very sad
And all I did was smile?
I wonder after awhile
What might become of my sadness?
What if I were very, very angry
And all I did was sit
And never think about it?
What might become of my anger?
Where would they go,
And what would they do,
If I couldn’t let them out?
Maybe I’d fall, maybe get sick
Or doubt.
But what if I could know the truth
And say just how I feel?
I think I’d learn a lot that’s real
About freedom.
Thank you Mr. Rogers. I needed this today.
