You can always find a smile along these corridors, no matter how long, dark and lonely.
No matter how hard the mattress, how bare the homes, how empty the lives.
You can always find a smile.
Even if their children don’t visit anymore.
Even if their meals are simple.
They’ve seen so much.
We are but young and reckless, ambitious and proud.
We have nothing to lose.
Just like them, a long time ago.
They’ve gone from rich, to poor.
From famous, to homeless.
From loved, to abandoned.
Life was never fair. Still, they find happiness.
They don’t have much, but they have a home.
They’re not rich, but they love their friends.
The children don’t come, but why hold them back? Let them fly!
They smile, because they’ve been given a chance to live.
Even if they’re old.
Even if they’ve lost their limbs.
Even if their bodies survive on tubes, machines, and drugs.
Life’s not perfect, but it’s their life. No one else’s.
