I hear the words a lot these days
“So how are you really feeling”
They let me know the kind of soul
With which I’m truly dealing

Their hearts are in the right place sure
I can’t ignore the pleasure
Folks take the time to stop and give
A comfort in full measure

But to me it’s like the newscast fellows
Who despite the anguished faces
Wave their mikes and lead their crews
Into tortured private places

Don’t look for sorrow where there’s none
Don’t force my tears to flowing
Don’t be surprised healings begun
My sadness I’m not showing

There will be times I show my grief
They’ll be times I am complaining
But glad or sad, I’ll tell my friends
I don’t need to be explaining

Happy times are precious and few
Those things in heart replaying
And sad ones past I’d rather not
Spend all my days displaying

So don’t ask me how I’m doing now
When you see me laughing, feeling fine
Take moving on for what it is
Tears or smiles, they are mine