There are people in our lives
That we think are always supposed to smile.
We don't think they are clowns,
We just love their smile,
We find clarity in their eyes,
And peace in their pink cheeks.
Their smiles set us on fire,
Their cheerful voice takes us real high.
But like most clowns do sometimes,
They too cry at night.
All those smiles are not fake,
They are just people like everybody else.
People like them don't want to be a burden,
People like them try hard to be a comforting shoulder,
Rather than a head to rest on others.
People like them listen more than they talk,
People like them are loyal and humble,
These people ignore their dark
To light up your night,
These people try to make everything alright. Inside they are broken, probably more than you are,
They just need someone eager to listen,
For once in a long time, they need a comforting shoulder,
A "You can cry, it's alright,"
"I will listen, I don't mind."
Because like clowns do sometimes,
They too cry at night.