What is it
Just an ordinary thing
To smile with your eyes
And say hello
With warmth in your voice
You’ll never know as you passed by
That the ordinary thing
Of making a connection
Could save a life
I was on my way
Planning my escape
Maybe a date with the train
Or a rope or a knife
I hadn’t decided
But I knew with certainty
That I didn’t belong
And no one would miss me
After I’m gone
Until you did an ordinary thing
Made extraordinary
At the brink.