Somewhere someone is hungry.
That person is someone’s friend.
Somewhere some day a life is torn by war.
That person is someone’s daughter.
Those soldiers are someone’s children.
The person laughing and the person crying,
They are friends,
All under the same stars,
Just trying to get by,
Thriving or hurting,
Living or dying,
We are all much too human.
United by love and hope,
We are not alone.
All specks of glitter and dust,
Dancing around a world,
Whose spinning started
Long before we drew breath,
Turning our some days into
Some ways.





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