I love a good smile.
A sad smile, a happy smile,
A golden smile...
Because people's smiles reveal how they're really feeling.
Like when they're ready to blow up the moon,
Their eyes sparkle like the target,
And their cheeks fill to the size of balloons.
With the dynamite in hand,
their teeth all in a row with attention,
They're perfectly ready
To blow up the moon.
And on the other side of the coin,
A small smile from the people living there,
There eyes dimming,
And there smiles are closed,
And the hand they're holding quivers,
Barely sucking in the reassurance,
Because even though they said
"Everything will be alright,"
The smile says differently, and you could tell.
When the cheeks deflate,
And almost sink in,
And eyes seem to always be staring at the rain,
Not because it's pretty,
But because it's cold,
You can tell that their smile is different.
And the golden smile, of course,
Those are the best smiles!
Because golden smiles come from golden people.
And since everyone has a golden smile,
Everyone is golden.
Not perfect,
But gold.
And when you're golden,
You're good!
