There are people
Who deny the validity
Of friends made through
An intangible reality

There are people
Who say what we do
Doesn't matter here
That the internet isn't true

What these people miss
And what we can see
Is that there are people
Behind the monitor screen

To them, a computer
Is machinery and numbers
Just a high tech tool
Their feelings couldn't be number

To them, what they see
Ends with the screen
Or maybe with software
Or hardware that can be seen

But to us, however
We look at that screen
And we know that
There's more to be seen

Behind each window
For those of us who know
Are people to talk to
And friendships yet to grow

To us, a screen
Is not a dead machine
But three billion people
Yet to be seen

We know each code, site
Video, blog, or post
Is the work of a person
And not some electronic ghost

We don't care
Where you are in the world
Our bonds are as valid
As those pen pals of old

So while people may
Just brush us away
We know our world
Is as real as our words