If I saw them on the street, I wouldn’t recognize their faces,
I wouldn’t know that they yearned for love, and wished for warm embraces.
I wouldn’t know that they feel empty inside, and long for something to fill it,
I wouldn’t know that they’ve tried many times, but nothing can seem to kill it.
I don’t really know anything about the people who read this writing,
But I know that some of them are wounded and can hardly keep on fighting.
So I write to help them stand on their feet, and hold their heads up higher,
I write to give them hope in a Love that can fill their hearts with fire.