Child grasps my outstretched hand.
I can smile on demand.
Laughter bursts throughout the room,
but faking laughter's easy too.

There's the tug of muscle and the spread of lips,
timed just perfect for these scripts.
Or the rain which drips from eyes
and often follows heavy sighs.

Tell me, what is missing on my part?
They told me that it's in my heart,
but I can't move it.
how do you?