Who’s smile is that I think I know
It’s owner is quite sad though
It really is a tale of woe
I watch him frown, I cry hello
He gives his smile, a shake
And sobs until him tears make
The only sound is the brake
Of distant waves and birds awake
His smile, it shines, it’s heartwarming and deep
But he has promises he has to keep
Until then he shall not sleep
He lies in bed with ducts that weep
He read rises From his bitter bed
With thoughts of sadness in his head
He idolises being dead
Facing the day with never ending dread
