White-Kid

Inside everyone is another person Yet to be seen You have your dreamers, your philosophers Your crazies, and your leaders But in some of us there lies a hole This hole is unexplainable and unfillable Unending and infinite It can come with an unfortunate event or in other cases for no reason at all but what remains the same is the pain we feel Listen to me when i say see beyond the facade so many in need yet so few care this hole can consume you whole all we need is a caring hand to pull us out The pain is real, the problem is real

If you stand still in Times Square and look around, you see the faces of hundreds, each hurrying on their own way, with own life and thoughts. As you look at the bright lights and tall buildings in the night sky, you realize how big this world is, and how small you are. Then the feeling of loneliness overtakes you, in a crowd of thousands, in the city that never sleeps, the sounds of the city fade to a silence, and you feel the chill of loneliness embrace your body. A single soul in a crowd of thousands, can feel so alone.

The best thing in life, Love. The hardest thing to find in life, Love. The one thing i seek in life, Love. Why must it be so hard to find. Why can't we all have it. Why is it so rare. It's so great, it feels great. So we should all find love. If it were only that easy.