I woke from a nightmare
I released out this voice
Heard by other lost souls
we stand tall
We  act like a barrier
We support one another
A bright and roaring flame
All of us drifters
We are no part of one big piece
that fixes together the puzzle
of what true ingredients
to this recipe of life
ought to be
it is made from us
with us
we add spices daily
Join with us
as we fix to create a new dish
That a taste by life's critics shall make
awarding US the Blue Ribbon for best dish passed
In life's dinner of specialty