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Gotta Smile


There is a time and place

To make a smiling face

At the world that is so wrong

And has been, for far too long.

I frown at the ones that smile

From lies that they tell, all the while

I grin in places that they cannot ever see,

So they don't know they can't take my smile from me.

Happiness is a choice, one we all can make.

For that reason I'll raise my voice, "I am not fake!

I am not a number, a part of your system.

I am human, as part of the Grand Kingdom.

You cannot bind me, nor make me sad

To be my own man. I am proud, glad

Even, for knowing I am free to be me

In this lost and dying world I can't  unsee."

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