Smile for me;
paint me a picture-
of the aching in your heart.
I can feel it;
yeah,I've been there...
we're not that far apart.
I'll pick my guitar up
and throw the chords out
...I'll let you walk with me some more.
I'm not a great lyracist;
but,know I'm trying
...I'll let you hold my hand for sure.
I'll smile for you-
the first in a long time
...so happy I let you in.
The words you wrote me
sit in a frame now;
I read them over and over again.
...and if my heart stoips
the words will be there;
inscripted on my soul...
we'll walk together
no matter what now;
that's what friends are for.