Do you mean the ones who live on the other side?
Clear across the ocean, two miles in from the tide?

The ones that live with little means or the ones that live like we were meant to?
That work, play, stress, fear, and cry, just like we do?

The men who were created from the earth and the women from Adam's rib?
The ones who fall asleep staring at the same galaxies wondering if we're all there is?

Do you mean the ones in straw houses near dirt roads?
That learn how to survive on the land and wear the clothes that they sew?

Others and me,
I'm sorry, pardon me... I'm just slightly confused
Because when I think of them, I think of me
I can't separate the two.

There he was
Awakening her soul
A soul that had taken
Hit after hit
That had been so damaged
She couldn't believe
The way it lurched forward for him
She touched her face
Just to make sure her smile was real
And to her surprise it was
Was he real
Oh his touch was
Where had this man been
All those lonely nights
Her dreams she figured
And somehow once again
She has found hope
Hope in a forever
Oh she feared he'd leave
Like everyone before him
But she needed those smiles
So she held on
And maybe
Just maybe
She's found her forever.