Brother, I see you every day, drained out of colour
Your walk uneven and like you’d fly off in a blow
But once in a while, I see a hint of your smile,
As you came to rest on me, what might have you been doing?
But I sense you might have finally truly found
What means to be living a life.

It was only the slightest bit of a smile
But it roared at me like a volcano of colour.
It was only as if I had felt a blow
Of what I once in the past, had found.
You flooded me and my lonely life
With just what you were doing

None of it was my doing
Or I believed so, for I had found
A sole piece of my life
That I had lost in my blow.
For you, who have brought back what was lost-maybe a colour,
I return my promise with a piece of my smile.

Oh’ I was just a rock, a pale, hard stone; lost of a life
I tried so hard to make a smile
And there was no other way I could have found,
Other than every way I questioned to find my colour.
I was only a piece of the world, and what I was doing
Was only for the menacing wind to take it back with its blow.

In this world, I could make such small, a blow
And it would be alone, my doing
I would let out some of my colour-
Some of the puzzle pieces of my life
Into the world’s presence with a smile:
And I would mean it; because there is something that I have at last, found.

For all my time that I have searched and found,
I think I have found one of the meanings of life.
I now realise it was not my doing,
But I could do anything with a smile.
As in fact you do- deep inside you- have bold, bright colour,
It would never, unless you let it go, blow.

Oh’ brother, I was only a dull, grey rock, ****** out of colour,
So weak as if I would fly off in a blow, never to be found.
Until I discovered a small phrase of delight: Finally, in my life, I -could do anything, anything, with a smile.