They ask why I laugh so much,
they wonder why I don't cry,
can't I see the tears aplenty,
the broken sobs and sighs?
The broken homes and children dead,
Women living their life in dread,
Men who starve;
With broken backs, sooped low they beg.
Can't I smell the fear they feel,
in countries torn by war?
Where people hide in holes;
rats scurry in the street.
The forever watchful vultures,
upon the dying feed.
I see the death and disease,
I hear the despairing tones,
I feel the shudders of fear,
they chill me to the bones.
But every time I feel the horror,,
reaching to freeze my soul,
the hovering cloud of darkness,
threatening to swallow me whole,
I turn my face skyward,
I feel the sun warm on my skin,
I wonder what's a tear added,
to an ocean of tears akin?
Then I look within, I look without,
I look around a while,
and everytime a tear threatens,
I find a reason to smile.