Sometimes, when I'm alone, I cry, 'cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life, but take no form. I cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friends, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on?

Whatever you see you gotta keep a sense of humor; you gotta be able to smile through all the bullshit.

Smile at each other. Smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other- it doesn't matter who it is - and that will help to grow up in greater love for each other.

Even if it's just an hour of their lives, if I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.

Just let me share and give, put a smile on people's faces, and make their hearts feel happy.

Nothing left to do but smile.