I'm obviously an idiot for being nice. 

Naive, they call me. 

Ditz, must be what they see.   

But one of these days 

they might see the reason I'll befriend for a time

yes, my motives often aren't right (I am redeemed, saved, not perfect)

but often I just want you to be happy

I want you to see the truth 

I look at your eyes and want to cry 

for I see a beautiful life, but such a wretched heart 

I love you

to say it would be improper but it's the truth 

I know not how to tell without scaring away

I often come upon one who seems especially lost in this world 

yet I cannot find a way to say I care

I wish for them, pray for them to know

I do cry inside 

and sometimes my tears decide to slip away 

it's not for me really, it's for you 

it's for what you don't know, the life I wish that I could give you

it's your choice though 

I cannot choose for you