Invisible people, walking alone;
the shoulder they cry on is always their own.
Hearts filled with sorrow and eyes filled with tears,
with no-0ne to help them oe help ease their fears

Though others surround them, so lonely they feel.
Depression descends and its darkness seems real.
A smile from a stranger, a call from a friend
may be all that is needed to help a heart mend.

But how many people do I see each day
and rather than helping, I just walk away?
How many times do I just take the time
to think about problems that really aren't mine?

Have I been as helpful as I could have been?
Do I really listen? Am I a true friend?
Have I been too stingy with smiles that are free
just because nobody's smiling at me?

Maybe if I smile then others will too,
and maybe then someone will not feel so blue.
Maybe a kindness as small as a smile
could make someone's life feel like less of a trial.

If something so simple, so pure and so sweet
were given to everyone out on the street
Then maybe a husband would smile at his wife,
or maybe a smile could help change someone's life.