Walking on the road, you pass so many people. Some look confident,
purposeful, well-dressed, well-maintained. But the majority appear so
ordinary, wear ill-fitting clothes, unfashionable footwear, have too much
fat or too little, nothing remarkable about them, nothing attractive.
But yet somewhere someone eagerly waits for this unimpressive man to come
home every evening.
Someone's entire world turns around the strength of this frail-looking
Someone's very purpose in life hinges on this brash youngster cutting
Someone knows only the shelter of these old arms each time their world
begins to crumble.
Someone will count hours, minutes, and weep like a child when this
pock-marked face alights from a long-distance train.
Someone will cave in, crack up, and never be the same again if this one
person disappears from the face of the world.
There are no ordinary people everyone is special........