Happy Song

I know someone who's dying,
Though I don't know him well,
My friends who do are crying,
At least not outside their shell.

I don't know what to tell them,
While photos capture memories,
And while she clings tightly to him,
And life stands on its glamorities.

I know someone who's dying,
So millions of pictures are taken,
Subtly but still we're relying,
On them to show faces unshaken.

I know someone who's dying,
Though we pretend that nothing's wrong,
But we all know that we're lying,
While we sing this happy song.