Give me a little twinkle in your eye
Show me a little shake on your hips
Sing with a giggle, a brazen laugh
But nothing will be bright as a smile on stage

Give me a little hug when I cry
Show me your warm, calloused hands
Whisper to me lines of comfort
But nothing will be as loving as a warm smile shining down to me

Give me trust! Care! Love!
Show me arms stretched out, trusting and holding me at the same time
Scream from the top of your lungs, "I'm your guardian, your parent!"
But nothing will ceases my tears as quickly as a smile, expressing, with a curve of your lip
How much love exists

Strange, an idol, an obsession, created by a crinkle of the eyes and the curve of a lip
Subtle, bright, brilliant, the thing that keeps the relationship intact
Existing
But forgotten, as you want to be a cool kid
Consumed by apathy
The need to show happiness
Gone