Box of Smiles

I carry around a box of stickers
that smile up at me when I lift the lid.
I call it my box of smiles
And every last one is mine to give.

I pass a golden star
to those who simply shine
And I stick a silver heart
to the loves of my life.

I share my happiness through
these paper, sticky things.
I give some rays of light
and hope new wings.

I carry around a box of stickers
My way of showing the world I care
Because even though others are quicker
I like to stick them here and there.

I carry around my box of love
And I hand it out freely.
I carry around my box of faith
and hope to believe it really.

The world tells you to succeed
One must think outside the box
But when I think about the world
I only think of how it blocks.

So I like to think inside my box
And keep my smiles in there
Because without the stickers
I just don't think I'd care.