Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles…she won’t cry.

Don’t let go, don’t use that rope…

There is still hope.



Sandy smiles, sandy smiles,

Even in a Utopia full of crime,

The place the Revolutionists searched for a sign

Just wipe that grime

Off your face and it’s your fault

For following a cult

where Sandy just keeps on smiling

and lying

about the state of her heart

as a cause of a world she cannot part.



Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… her days all balanced in a row

Each one faker than the rest

But she always says its for the best,

“What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger!”

Instead of saying :“I cannot play this game any longer!"



Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… although there are children dying

Nobody is trying,

Trying to make a difference in all of this havoc.

A politician on his hammock,

Smoking a cigar and drinking some cane,

Making a toast on all of his fame

and the innocent lives that died in vain,

Because many chose not to make a change for all the Sandy’s,

But some used them as hard-candy's.



Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles, they all taste like different candies,

Hard candy as they’re sold for another man’s lovely night.

Their dignity will die... without a fight.



Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles as well-off people go about on their usual route

But Sandy lies in the soot

Wondering who her mum is … Yet she smiles and she smiles because it’s a crime to hide

And is forced to live in a world where one must divide.



Sandy smiles, Sandy still smiles as she sees wealthy children throw their food on the floor.

Sandy smiles and Sandy will abide

With society that leaves her body feeling raw

As she sees what it does to her.

Something inside her will stir

Her emotions in a big blue bowl within her mind

But Sandy will Smile, Sandy smiles.

Why smile Sandy? It’s with your voice that there shall be a better world...

It’s with your silence that there’s more and more chaos!

Please Sandy, let go! Stop smiling when you’re hurt.

Throw over the tables of politicians,

Break down the doors of the bourgeoisie,

Rip off the clothes which cover the flaws of the oppressors

And be different. Stop adding rhyming couplets to your poems

And following the order of traditional homes.



Sandy smiles with purpose.

She walks down the streets of her neighbourhood without a gun;

Listens to the radio, and looks at the world around her without feeling victimised because of a new case of hate speech.

Sandy smiles because she saw food on her table and listened to her proud mother’s voice.

Sandy smiles because she sees another day which contains equality and another young girl who will have the choice to wear white on her wedding day.