Look at me when I'm smiling

Hey,

I'm thankful that I am smiling,

I can assure myself 

That I have smiled more than I have cried.

Touchwood.

Ofcourse, tears are part and parcel 

Of this journey,

But I am someone that hides that part.

I don't know if I should be proud of that.

So close your eyes 

When my eyes brim with tears.

To be able to receive and give traces 

Of love, of care, of some smile.

That's what life is about, I would say.

A silver island with golden corals

But there's scrap, a lot.

But it's a tangible hurdle.

I now understand why I am here.

The core of this coral island,

It's us, my people, 

feels like I was born for this

I just hope that we get

Blinded by love in the toughest nights.

Fight through the piercing heat.

A calm place with morning breeze 

Strong coffee and lime tea with windy evenings

A look of smile, a small song

Stories blending in.

A hundred years it felt before this

But the corals, they make it faster

But each mini second is precious.

It shouldn't be wasted.