We they notice?

Will they notice, when the smile is gone?
Will they see, the light has darkened?
Who notices anyway?

Sometimes it is lonely as you carry the torch,
It is heavy… And it burns.
Others fear the burden,
Often they run away.

Why would they notice, did they ever see the smile?
Why would they see, the light was never there?
Who notices anyway?

I do! That’s right, I see when the smile is gone.
I see when the light is growing dim.
I notice, I see, I listen.

It is not about me carrying the smile.
It is not about me shining the light.
But it is me who notices.

So to all of you out there who smile,
All of those shining the light of love,
At least one person notices you, Thanks you, Loves you.

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