A secret in His Smile
I am sitting here typing
In the other room
Sits a growing boy
A glowing boy
In his hands
A guitar
In his hands
It is music
He sits there
Making magic
With a crooked smile
He knows
Everything there is
About love
And he knows
Just how badly
The sun
Wants to outshine him
The smile shows
His heart is full
Of songs to play
For all the world
Will listen
He could still a room
With a strum
He'll sing
Until night
When we're going
To sleep
And he sings
In our dreams
And makes them
Alright
He turns
To the road
He must play
With that smile
On his boyish face
And a light
In his boyish eyes
A simple strum
Of a six stringed guitar
And the whole world
Is stilled
To sleep
For the night
Music his lover
And he
Music's friend
His name
No one knows
But the music
And the wind
We can all
Only listen
And hope
We may find
The secret
To peace
The secret
To life
For we know
The secret
Is in his smile
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