SmileSome days I find it so hard to smile,
Then I look up to see your smiling face.
The imagination in your quaint eyes,
Makes my pulse race.
Some days I find it so hard to breathe,
Then I open my lungs to all the air.
The oxygen clears the fear from my mind,
And leaves me bare.
Some days I find it so easy to smile,
Even when things around me are broken.
I hear the pain in the parents blue words,
So soft spoken.
Some days I find it so easy to breathe,
Through the thick fog, the bitter thoughts of life.
The hostile images fill the air,
With unadulterated strife.