I am one of those ever smiling people, never sad and never angry
I float and drift through the sun's hours with happiness on my face
I wave, laugh and tell a dozen jokes to blind witnesses who see but don't really see
I move from crowd to crowd, wondering and searching for one who'll actually look
But no one seems to notice, no one seems to care
So only these hands of mine can explain the tears I shed

When the sun recedes to rest and prepare for the morrow
I too rest my smile and brick by brick tear down my walls
I put...