A smiling face and teary heart,
A front we all put on.
When our emotions from us part
And all our hope has gone.

The time we take to just be us
Without being a fake,
There’s no more of that awful fuss,
This time we all must take.

The time to sit down on our own,
The time to sit with friends.
When you just want to be alone,
The time that never ends.

Without your friends you cannot live,
You’re really dead inside.
‘Cause when your love you cannot give,
There’s nowhere left to hide.

A secret from a friend is bad,
When you feel you can’t talk.
Especially when you’re feeling sad.
Away from them you walk.

I know that I have tried before,
To help my friends in need.
It’s sad when there’s no open door,
When they do not take heed.

But then again it’s sadder still,
When no help can you be.
Like sitting on a window sill,
Can’t touch, but you can see.

There still is hope left after this,
The hope that’s in my soul.
Opportunities never miss.
This always is my goal.

The hope that’s left is this one poem,
That comes from God above.
Whichever place you call your home,
You’ll always find your love.

By Lloyd McLean (1994)

This poem is part of the Seasons of Emotion collection