Two lone souls
thinking they stand out in the crowd
do they really
or are they the same as everyone
They feel special, profound
as no one must feel the same
but they do,
they all want to be loved
they all are searching for the one
Yet there isn’t one
there are quite a few
as they slowly come in and out of view
this one knows how to paint
and captures you from the start
and this one knows how to play guitar
straight from the heart
and this one plays piano from the soul
and this one writes poems,
his words have been your ultimate goal
But this one standing beside you all these years
Is he special, unique, profound
Well, he’s still around
And that’s something…