Pocket Full of Sunshine

He's got a secret in his pocket

That he covers with a smile.

He says "I'm broken but I have joy"

and we wonder where the cracks are.

His flaws are hidden, his sins unconfessed.

Nobody's perfect but nobody would have guessed

That when he goes home, and he locks the doors,

and hides behind walls no one has seen behind,

he goes in his closet and looks in the mirror

at the shattered pieces no one else has seen

that cast shadows on his bright face

and blur lines so obvious even he can see.