Joy, you light up the sky, make me feel alive,
Sadness, you bring the tears, but help me realize,
Anger, you burn so bright, fuel to fight the fight,
Fear, you keep me safe, show me what's at stake.

Emotions, they guide us, in every single way,
From the dawn of morning, to the end of the day.
They shape our stories, paint the colors bright and bold,
In this canvas of life, they’re the tales we hold.

Disgust, you warn me clear, from things I shouldn’t near,
Sarcasm, you’re the shield, a humor field that’s real,
Anxiety, you rush in, a whirlwind within,
Envy, you make me strive, to better my own life.

Emotions, they guide us, in every single way,
From the dawn of morning, to the end of the day.
They shape our stories, paint the colors bright and bold,
In this canvas of life, they’re the tales we hold.

Boredom whispers softly, time to find what's new,
Shame, you make me humble, in all I say and do.
Nostalgia brings the warmth, of days we used to know,
Each feeling plays a part, in how we learn and grow.

Emotions, they guide us, in every single way,
From the dawn of morning, to the end of the day.
They shape our stories, paint the colors bright and bold,
In this canvas of life, they’re the tales we hold.
Say it "we hold", do, do, do..
In this canvas of life, they’re the tales we hold, you know.