Although our words are calmed, candid, and poised.

Our acts are always so very loud, and filled with lots of noise.

Faces filled with many frowns, a gesture one, maybe two.

To loose a friend, maybe family too.

Many times, always seem to get through.

The need for a smile awhile, a smile that’s always true.

It will open the warmth of the art of heart,

to something that is never new.

Come down from the white cloud, so loud.

Stop thinking that you are the best.

The truth of the story is told, and bold.

You are a true test of, like all of the rest.