Smile

What is a smile? And why does it exist?
It is to offer the heart a little pleasure it can't resist?
Or is it to shine light on eyes that forgot to laugh?
Or is it to make you think you haven't lived enough?

If life has any answers at all, I hope smiling is one
Because the light of it stays long after you're gone.
Tattooed beautifully in my eyes are the grins that kept me going,
And I'm grateful for each one, even if it's not showing.

So thank you, everyone, your smiles gave me strength,
Exactly how much I needed to go the full length.
So I'll smile for you, every time you need me to,

Because that's what I feel I owe to each one of you.