"My heart may be heavy, my soul may be worn, But still, I gather strength to wear a gentle form. A smile creeps up, though tears may be near, A beacon of hope, to calm every fear. In darkness, I search for a glimmer of light, A reason to smile, through the endless night. I find solace in joy, in laughter and glee, And let it uplift me, wild and carefree. No matter the storm, no matter the pain, I'll wear a smile, like a shield to sustain. The weight of the world may try to bring me down, But still, I'll rise up, with a heart turned around. So let my smile be a ray of sun's grace, A symbol of strength, in a fragile place. For even in shadows, beauty can thrive, And a smile can bloom, and stay alive. ©twisha ray"