Special People
The world is full of special people
Living all apart
Afraid to meet one another's eyes
Or let them in their hearts.
Special people walking past
Other special people daily
Living life somber and sad
When they could be living gaily.
Eating dinner all alone
Lonely breakfast, lonely lunch
Letting love just pass them by
Without a single hunch.
Dreaming dreams day after day
And lonely hours of night
Never dreaming that they could come true
Or that things could come out right.
Special people with special gifts
To share but afraid to share
Praying to God to send them love
But never seeing it there.
For we all have our ideals of love
And we can't compromise
To accept a different kind of love
Or bless it with our eyes.
So lonely people live and die
Alone with bitter pride
While love is knocking at our doors
Begging to come inside.
©by Voo
December 26, 2004
10:46 p.m.
So sad for the lonely people because they don't see how special they are in someone else's eyes. We're all special to someone. Even when we don't see it!
ReplyDeleteThis is good, my special Friend!