(this is just a `stood alone` part of a sadder poem)

I`m singing because...

 
I get so happy at the kindnesses folk do,
At the way the summer sunshine glory lights
The young girl`s eyes, the old man`s silver hair,
White walls, and all the thousand things men make,
That the sheer gladness over-swells my heart
And only a jubilate sets it free.

I sing sometimes, Just for the sake of the singing,

(But mainly for the song`s sake).

I`m singing because...

...I`m a singer.