Smile.

Crippled, cold and alone.
You sit on the cold floor.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
For something that will never come.

You talk to people that pass by.
They just leave you to your despair.
You ask for compassion as you cry.
Asking for emotion which is not there.

Why do people have no soul?
Nothing to make them feel some love.
Why do people not care at all?
No joy raining from the skies above.

Why can't anyone see my pain?
The layers of sadness they undress.
Why am I still out in the rain?
They cannot find true happiness.

Why can't I find one true friend?
Selfishness will still prevail.
Why am I at my bitter end?
All my hope will one day fail.



As I walk past.
I see you.
Why are you at your bitter end?
Is there no joy raining from the skies above?
Why can you not find one true friend?
Is there nothing to make them feel some love?
Why can't anyone see your pain?
Do you not ask for compassion as you cry?
Why are you still in the rain?
Do you not ask for help as they pass by?
Why do people have no soul?
The layers of sadness, can't they undress?
Why does no-one care at all?

I will make sure you find happiness.
So you smile.
I smile.
And I take your hand.